Scripts Are For Wimps, Bub
Posted by Brian C. Gibson (brian@filmschoolrejects.com) on September 13, 2007
With my most recent batch of clairvoyance, I gave some speculation as to what one might expect from the Wolverine films. Although I wasn’t dead on, I was pretty close in my estimate. Now I know that anyone with a little knowledge of our favorite clawed Canadian superhero could have guessed what the movie was about, but they didn’t. I did though, and I get to brag about how I have a geeky man-crush on a certain yellow and blue spandex clad hero. My speculations for the script went something like this:
The film will begin by showing a young and sick James Howlett. The death of his father, and the appearance of his mutant bone claws cause him to be shunned from his home. He tries to make a new beginning only to suffer more loss and pain. The combination of his mutant abilities and trauma cause him to lose memories and sense of identity. He finds someone, and starts to build a life with his love, Silver Fox. Victor Creed destroys Logan’s life and forces him into a rage that leaves him defeated, and wandering the Canadian wilderness in a state of animal-like existence
Recently CinemaFusion reported on a recent script review of Wolverine. The review was of the draft version written by David Benioff with revisions by David Ayer. The reviewer gave a small synopsis, without any spoilers (unless you have read the comics). The actual script goes something like this:
When it starts, Logan only pops bone claws and they don’t make that lovely SNIKT sound. He’s living out his life as a lumberjack in Maine with a lovely lady (Silverfox) by his side. He’s blissfully unaware that Victor Creed trolls America, killing random mutants. That is until Stryker shows up one day asking Logan to come back to the fold. Though Logan says no, an encounter with Creed sends him on the path of revenge… which of course leads to the doors at Alkali Lake, the waiting arms of Stryker and some superheated Adamantium
Now I take a bow, and move behind the curtain to a deafening amount of applause. Seriously, I’m just going to sit here and hope everyone thinks that I have a power to see into the future. Before I sign off, I will give one more prediction:
Mr. Woodcock won’t be funny.
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