So, I finally watched Deadpool: Wolverine hyped but nervous. It’s Deadpool, after all; he’s my chaotic spirit animal. But by the time the credits rolled, I was left feeling… meh. Not even Wade’s snark could save this one.
This movie was supposed to be the crossover to end all crossovers: Deadpool’s sass meets Wolverine’s claws. Instead, it felt like a lazy mash-up trying too hard to set up future movies. The jokes? Flat. The plot? A hot mess. And don’t even get me started on how they explained Wolverine’s return … it felt like an afterthought slapped on with duct tape.
Deadpool’s charm has always been in his effortless humor and self-aware chaos. This movie? It gave us cheap laughs and forced gags. It’s like they were trying to copy the vibe of the first two films but forgot what made them work.
Honestly, this felt less like a labor of love and more like a “how can we squeeze more money out of this franchise” kind of deal. And while I get that movies are a business, fans deserve better than this hollow cash grab.
Honestly, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Not that it was terrible, but it just felt like it could’ve been so much better if Deadpool was just fucking Wolverine instead of saving the world. I mean, can you imagine it? Those two muscular bodies, their massive dicks, and the hardcore deep fuck? It’s a shame that Marvel wouldn’t dare go there, but a boy can dream, right?
Deadpool’s openness about his sexuality and his undeniable bisexual vibes only add to the frustration. It’s like they’re teasing us, giving us a glimpse of what could be, but never actually delivering. I want to see more ass, more bulge, more of everything.But I know that’s not happening in a Marvel movie. Guess I’ll just wait for the porn parody to finally get my fix.
The only good thing about this movie is the dog.
