Enough with all of the scathing commentary and general derision aimed toward "X-Men Origins: Wolverine." Yes, Gavin Hood seems to have further buried the X-Men franchise beneath the rubble Brett Ratner created with "X-Men: The Last Stand." But this film proves that someone in Hollywood thinks that the hetero female/gay men into bears demographic needed it's own cheesecake action film. And that is awesome.

Please, stop thinking about all the depressing and increasing lackluster "Origins" stories that this film will assuredly spawn. Instead, think of Hugh Jackman, stripped of his strange Showtunes fascination and bulked up a bit, running through the countryside with a score to settle. And no shirt on.

Yes, the plot is thinly written. It stars two pairs of mutton chops. Liev Schreiber's Sabretooth isn't a super mutant. He's got a disfiguring nail fungus.

But isn't it time that Hollywood began to realize that we too need a film catering to our basest interests: strong, hirsute men battling out petty discrepancies in the dirt?

Look at all that "Wolverine" has given us. A muscular, soft-spoken wolf man who just wants to live a quiet life in the wilds of Canada. It's not his fault that he has these retractable talons that get in the way of his aspirations. And occasionally lead to nocturnal scrapes for his lover. (Hot.)

It took Hollywood this long to realize that everything would be better if someone could find a way to make Ryan Reynolds shut up? This is not a superhero movie, it is a fantasy.

Taking Wolverine out of his latex X-Man suit is one of the best things that Twentieth Century Fox ever did. Unlike the swarms of spandex clad action stars that populate most films, Wolverine is a testosterone-fueled revenge fantasy. Other superheros/mutants have actual powers of magical proportions, but Wolverine always beats them. It's never explained why. Presumably because he is hot.

Let Cyclops ("I cry lasers!") have Jean Gray. Batman "My rubberized suit comes with built in nipples" can save Gotham. But strip Wolverine and force him to wander the countryside? Um, sure. Thanks for thinking of us, Fox. Why don't you send him naked down a waterfall while you're at it? Cheers.

Of course, like "Catwoman" and "Elektra" before it, "Wolverine" has let the audience's obvious interest in screwing its lead star divest the script of key components like plot, character development, and emotional intrigue.

But in their place we get a cacophony of A to C list actors engaged in a berzerker death match. It's like Fight Club without all that whiny male moralism at the end.

Fine, the film has its flaws. The plot stems from the fact that Liev Schreiber's angst stems from an incurable hangnail. And someone cast Tim Riggins (aka Taylor Kitsch) without a contract requiring him to be topless at least once (How that conversation should have gone: Producer 1: "Why is Gambit playing poker topless?" P2: "SHhh. The audience will get it.").

Mistakes were made. But nonetheless, the fact that someone thought that the women and the gays could drag their significant others to this film in the hopes of a little post-movie action is a reason for optimism. Don't we deserve our own thinly veiled excuse to stare at hotness on the silver screen? Apparently so. "Wolverine" made $87 million in the U.S. this weekend and $73 million oversees.

In the end, Wolverine's hotness did not appease those looking for a compelling feature length film. But assuredly his cinematic strengths should not be forgotten when this movie enters Jackman's back catalogue. Any number of films could be improved by the addition of Wolverine in integral scenes. For instance. Describe a single Matthew McConaughey movie that would not have been saved by a visit from Wolverine. Ok fine. "Dazed and Confused." Maybe.

The success of this film at the box office does mean that we will be subjected to increasingly subpar and lackluster origins stories from the X-Men files. But to those who cry about the increasing devaluation of the X-Men franchise: one point. The super villain of this series has the word "Neato!" in his name.