LOGAN 2 (2025) — Claws, Blood, and the Ghosts of Tomorrow

“Between blood-soaked roads and silent deserts, the next Wolverine fights for a future written in scars.”

Rust creaks under desert wind. Dust swirls like memory. And in the twilight of a world that never knew peace, a lone figure walks—a man once called Wolverine. “LOGAN 2 (2025)” is a brutal, soul-battered return to the X-Men universe, picking up the torch left smoldering by James Mangold’s modern classic.

Years after the events of Logan, the world has shifted. Mutants remain hunted, scattered, ghosts in their own lands. And yet whispers persist of Project Phoenix—a new government program to weaponize mutant DNA. At its heart lies Laura (Dafne Keen), now a young woman grappling with rage, guilt, and the weight of being Logan’s legacy.

Laura’s claws are sharper than ever, but her wounds run deeper. Haunted by her father’s sacrifice, she’s adrift—part protector, part predator. When she discovers children like her being harvested for experiments, Laura is forced onto a collision course with her past…and her own humanity.

Visually, Logan 2 is scorched earth poetry. Cinematographer Rodrigo Prieto cloaks the film in a palette of burning oranges and bruised purples. Wide shots capture the silence of empty highways, punctuated by sudden violence that splatters crimson against twilight skies. It’s a world where beauty and brutality exist side by side.

The action remains raw and close-quarters. Metal claws glint. Bones break. But the film never loses its aching intimacy. Every fight carries emotional scars. Every scar tells a story.

Keen delivers a powerhouse performance, layering Laura with feral fury and childlike vulnerability. Her scenes crackle with pain and dark humor—echoes of Logan himself. Her chemistry with a ragtag group of runaway mutants gives the film its bruised, beating heart.

At the film’s core is a question as sharp as adamantium: Can violence forge salvation? Or does it simply carve deeper wounds? Logan 2 refuses easy answers, choosing instead to paint heroism as a burden carried by the broken.

By its final moments, Logan 2 doesn’t just honor the myth of Wolverine—it dares to evolve it. Laura’s claws glisten in the dying sun. The road stretches on. And somewhere, the ghosts of those who fought before watch in silence.

Because the fight—for mutants, for humanity—was never over.