If you attend the cinema on a regular, professional basis, you can easily fool yourself into believing that you have become immune to the medium’s more gross and ugly indulgences. Some filmmakers appear only to want to confront and shock, but you learn to take them in your stride – in the end, it’s only smoke and mirrors and tomato sauce after all. But this latest derivative of the Marvel comic genre is particularly horrible. The very opening sequence has the Wolverine, Logan (Hugh Jackman), being pushed just a little too far by a gang of hoods who are nicking his car, resulting in his doing his block and shredding them with the hideous steel knives that protrude from between his knuckles. Of course, the violence and bloodshed is perfectly acceptable because superheroes only unleash their powers on baddies who really deserve it – Marvel morality is such mindless crap, isn’t it? There is an old scientist (Patrick Stewart – a fine actor with a well-earned payday for participating in dross) who has been in hiding whom Logan must protect, and there is a nasty piece of work, Doctor Rice (Richard E Grant), out to get them. Enter a little girl who also happens to be a mutant, Laura (Dafne Keen). She is not just any old mutant kid, however; she is Logan’s daughter, and she has inherited the slashing fists. There was a savagery about Laura’s attacks that I found genuinely nightmarish. She would leap on her victim with shrieks from Bosch’s Hell and plunge her bladed fists repeatedly into the poor bugger. Her efforts, combined with Logan’s thrusting his through skulls and necks – there are not one, but two decapitations – were enough to turn my stomach. It is alarming and unspeakably depressing that this crock of vileness, with its bogus profundity and hateful self-importance, is currently rating 8.6 on the IMdB popularity scale. If you want a quick summary of what is wrong with the world, just check it out and look around you – there are people who find this entertaining.