(yes, I’m playing hookey from grading)
A “Chick Flick” is a movie designed to appeal to female audiences in which a character, usually male, with the guidance of another character (usually female), develops emotionally in response to a series of crises, with an emphasis cast not primarily upon the conflict (as in classical drama), but upon the emotions encountered within the conflict.
In this respect, the movie at hand (which was crap), falls into the Chick Flick narrative. Now, I will admit that it does so partially by default — the fundamental conflict of the plot being utter self-contradictory crap (the female lead, having effectively seduced him, could simply have compelled him to undertake the experiment, with any number of plausible explanations for why, and without revealing the actual compulsion/seduction). In addition, the “brothers who can’t agree forced to take on the world together” angle is indeed a well-used trope — albeit, again, in this case one which makes little to no sense, as said antagonist’s actions clearly do not match his motives.
What we are left with is a constantly-vacillating series of scenes, in which
a) Wolverine is tough
b) Wolverine is sensitive
Wolverine. Sensitive. Point A for the exhibit — Wolverine is many things, but he is NOT sensitive. In order to provide some reference for why he develops a conflict with his brother, W must clearly be saddled with an Alan-Alda level of conscience, deploring violence (in stark contrast to the actual character, ready to happily deploy violence at the drop of a hat. Anybody’s hat.)
The remaining premise involves Wolverine’s decision not to run away from an emotionally painful scene (as he did in Africa), but rather to return and confront evil rather than allow it to progress in his absence (thus allowing for cheesy fight scenes).
Were this an actual moral decision, aka, a story of cowardice turned to bravery, it could be a “guy film” moment, as that sort of “manning up” is fundamental to male maturity and a heavy trope within it. But rather, it is NOT such a decision. Rather, W decides he must engage with evil (emotional growth?) **for the sake of a chick who is complicit in said evil.** Fifty nameless, powerless villagers who will be slaughtered in cold blood? Meh. A hot chick who seduced him and done him wrong? FIGHT-O!!
I believe that the overwhelming majority of male viewers is due to a small number of simple facts.
a) comic book movie
b) eyeball lasers (who doesn’t like eyeball lasers, especially on sharks?)
But if we strip the (dare I call it a film?) down to its essentials, nothing happens except gratuitous violence and the presence/death of numerous far more-interesting secondary characters, leaving only two hours of special effects, raw feelings, and secondary characters who far outshine the primary actors and about whom one would much rather watch a movie (even Juggernaut, in this retelling, obtains a deep sense of pathos, portrayed not as a thuggishly evil bully, but rather a not-so-bright, almost sympathetic tormented spirit gone horribly wrong). Nothing is then left for the viewer upon which to remark except
a) Wow, Wolverine’s tough
b) Wow, Wolverine’s sensitive
this being the crux of the film, where, at its climax, Wolverine maintains the emotional growth to lovingly close the eyes of a dead woman he doesn’t know, but who has nevertheless provided him with a sense of identity, aka, a cool nickname.
Oh. And, of course the real draw of the film, as my wife so succinctly put it, “naked Hugh Jackman.” (About which I cannot argue, as eye candy is its own reward, and one to which I am, while arrow-straight, certainly not immune).
Thus, “chick flick.”