The Wolverine

Gary Jules Mad World (Wolveriene’s version)

Lithium (Jean's Version)

 

It’s a mad world.  She took away their last form of communication.  Or I guess you could say it was him.  He was the one that went outside of the script.  How did he do this?  By telling the truth.  A small little truth… no more than a crack in a dam.  But by merely pointing it out the wall collapsed.  Don’t get me wrong the façade was beautiful.  But at the end of the day, it was nothing more than a façade that would erupt on its own anyway.  That’s right:  I’m talking about the Wolverine and Jean Grey.   

What started all this???  I watched a movie a few days back.  It helped to cement which one of the X-men I was.  Don’t worry.  He ran from his own clarification as well.

It was one of those X-men movies or I suppose a spin off.  Like the comics, it was filled with the good guys, the bad guys, and all those marvelous shades of gray.  For a little while I thought I could associate with Scott, or Cyclops.  He was smart, reserved, and was a man of controlled words… okay, so maybe I wasn’t Scott.  Well then maybe I was the professor.  That’s a possibility.  He was smart, urbane, a teacher.  Maybe it would fit.  But no… even he had to be saved.  He had to be saved by the Wolverine.

The movie I saw by the way was The Wolverine.  The Wolverine: a brute, a brawler, a tenacious bulldog who just would not quit.  Yeah, that’s all true.  But this latest movie really pointed out another odd fact.  Wolverine was a man haunted by a ghost.  The specter of Jean Grey.

Jean had focused the savage beast.  He would not hesitate to stand against anyone for her.  Always for her.  And she, gave all for him.  This caused her death the first time, but the second time she emerged confused.  More powerful than one could believe, he tried to help her but h only ended up killing her.  What???  Well he did it for her.  (Comic logic, see the movie if you have to.)  But like the sting of a bee, Jean never really left.  She continued to haunt his dreams.

 In his dream she would tease, she taunting promises.  He knew she was a dream, she knew she was a dream.  But  I suppose for him, a dream was all they had.  If he could not enjoy the pleasure of her, then I guess Wolverine felt he could at least enjoy the pain… it was all he had.  Would you live a life of hell for five minutes of heaven?  For Wolverine apparently the answer was yes.  He had tried to walk away.  Maybe it worked for a moment or two.  The thin skin that covered the wound however was very weak, ready to rupture at a moment’s notice.  But on the other hand, maybe it was this ghost that kept the Wolverine alive.  He had faced so much more than it seemed fair for any comic book character to take and loose.  Maybe it was only that memory of a fractured past that kept his present, no matter how askew in order: poor Wolverine.  But don’t worry, every morning, he would wake however and carry on.  Poor Wolverine.

 The thing that was hard for me to figure out, was when he knew it was a dream, why did he keep on doing it.  To tell you honestly I don’t know.  Maybe she had to stay in the fractured stasis.  He knew all the fractures… he said as much.  He longed from a howl from the other side that met his own hand reaching out in the darkness.  Maybe that’s asking too much from a movie.  Maybe if truth was brought in they would face the denial and collapse into the other, or maybe it would reveal that all of it was nothing more than a shifting game built upon a cracked foundation.  Revealed it would just cause them to collapse.  Ahh well, good thing Wolverine is indestructible.