From my old Marvel blog of ten-plus years ago, here’s a post concerning Wolverine.
You know what I miss? The days when Wolverine
could be killed.
It seems like, over the last decade ago, we’ve pumped the nasty little guy up to such a degree that he can regenerate his entire body after it’s been disintegrated by a nuclear blast. We’ve seen him torn in half, cut his head off, and still he just keeps on ticking. And that’s just in books I read this past weekend.
At a certain point, I have to wonder: where’s the drama anymore?
Remember when a dozen ninjas with swords were a legitimate threat to Wolverine? But if the guy can reconstitute himself from a single atom, how is such a fight anything other than a foregone conclusion?
It’s the inevitability of time; the longer these characters stay in print, the greater and greater the challenges they face, and the more powerful they become. This is a large part of why Superman became unrelatable after a certain point—because he could do anything, and nothing could hurt him. Where’s the danger in that?
And sure, on a certain level we know Logan’s going to survive whatever it is we throw at him. The same is true of all of our heroes. The fun part, the thrilling part, is in seeing how they make it out the other side.
To me, Wolverine wasn’t appealing simply because he was indestructible. It was as much because of his indomitable spirit, his ability to take punishment and fight on, ignoring the pain. And he still does that, more often than not. But any sense of jeopardy has been lost.
I much preferred Wolverine as a scrappy little guy who had an edge over the people he fought in that his bones wouldn’t break, he had built-in claws, and he could soak up punishment that would kill or incapacitate an ordinary man. But “my” Wolverine wouldn’t stand a chance against someone like Galactus. These days, I don’t know if that’s true anymore.
Just my opinion. Your mileage may vary.