Werewolf movies are always difficult to make. They touch on an area of mythology that has so many facets, it's impossible to please everyone.
Everyone from Asia to the Natives of North America have tales of shape-shifting humans, and for some reason wolves became the go to animal for it. Stoopit sheep farmers...
Anyhoo...
I honestly liked this flick... I won't go so far as to say it's a must see, but it was entertaining and had just enough bite (see what I did there? classic comedy).
It's extremely difficult to sell a werewolf movie to someone who doesn't dig them in the first place.
They're nothing like vampyres. They aren't sexy, they aren't stylish, and they hardly ever keep a loft in a New York high rise.
Werewolves are the blue collar creature. They're always running, fighting, and sweating for everything they need.
And this flick does just that...
They start the clock running from the outset and establish that a single boy holds the key to the destruction or salvation of a race of werewolves, loosely based on the Native myths of Skinwalkers.
1 group attempts to protect the boy, while the other... Well... Wants to eat him.
Along the way, a few thousand rounds are spilled out of big shiny guns, and stuff gets blown up. There's enough sweat, hair tossing, and growled lines to keep any action fan happy. There's the mandatory martyr, rebel, desperate mother, and hot chick (even though she definitely loses some looks when she changes, werewolves ain't sexy). There's even the loving Grandma figure.
Turn off your brain, and pop some corn... You'll enjoy this flick if you don't read much into it.
Everyone from Asia to the Natives of North America have tales of shape-shifting humans, and for some reason wolves became the go to animal for it. Stoopit sheep farmers...
Anyhoo...
I honestly liked this flick... I won't go so far as to say it's a must see, but it was entertaining and had just enough bite (see what I did there? classic comedy).
It's extremely difficult to sell a werewolf movie to someone who doesn't dig them in the first place.
They're nothing like vampyres. They aren't sexy, they aren't stylish, and they hardly ever keep a loft in a New York high rise.
Werewolves are the blue collar creature. They're always running, fighting, and sweating for everything they need.
And this flick does just that...
They start the clock running from the outset and establish that a single boy holds the key to the destruction or salvation of a race of werewolves, loosely based on the Native myths of Skinwalkers.
1 group attempts to protect the boy, while the other... Well... Wants to eat him.
Along the way, a few thousand rounds are spilled out of big shiny guns, and stuff gets blown up. There's enough sweat, hair tossing, and growled lines to keep any action fan happy. There's the mandatory martyr, rebel, desperate mother, and hot chick (even though she definitely loses some looks when she changes, werewolves ain't sexy). There's even the loving Grandma figure.
Turn off your brain, and pop some corn... You'll enjoy this flick if you don't read much into it.