Screenwriter. Horror junkie. Nostalgia whore. Bad taste. Sometimes I remember to write how I feel about movies I watch.
Caught between arthouse horror and total shlock. The former means the film frequently looks nice and is actually trying to deliver something of substance. The latter means that all of the former's attempts kinda go out the window when the monsters look like melted CGI abominations. I kinda wished it leaned into the shlock. As far as werewolf movies go, it's a low bar to clear, but this is one of the better ones. Terrible title.
It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway - the three-hour runtime is both unnecessary and unearned, not least because the film has the indecency to end with its worst material, a belabored third act that fails to tie all the plot threads together in a satisfying way. The first two-thirds take a functional, if never spectacular, crime thriller approach that feels distinctly different enough from other cinematic iterations... up to a point. Maybe it's in the dark tone,…