You know a horror film’s in trouble when the morning-after scene is more satisfying than the “night before.” When the aftermath carries more weight than the chaos. When I spent more time marveling at the production design than getting caught up in the scares.
The Wolfman isn’t the first thriller to take on the “beast within.” For that matter, it’s not even the first werewolf thriller to be called The Wolfman (see: 1941). Yet in some strange way, that’s precisely what I found so refreshing – even fulfilling – about the movie. This is familiar territory. It’s Old School [...]
