Did I go to see the new Wolverine because I thought it would be a good movie? Nah. Did I go with any expectations whatsoever? Nope. Did I care about hole-ridden plots, cheesy melodrama and dorky ninjas that danced around like unemployed cirque du soleil actors? Nah ah.
Then why did I go?
There exists a very simple mathematical equation that explains this phenom: Hugh Jackman + Wolverine = Happiness.
And I may go see it again because guess who I want to be when I grow up.