When I got to the theater, I checked in on Facebook with a comment like, "Who cares what the critics say? For me Hugh Jackman = Gonna Love It!"

Sadly, the critics were right. I rated it a 6 out of 10, just for Hugh's body. Bad storyline, hard-to-understand dialog, a female villain that was so predictable it was funny, and a plot twist that I'd figured out way sooner than it was revealed (which I NEVER seem to be able to do normally).

Oh well . . . can't win 'em all.