Enigmatic whispers in the Oregon woods. A father’s love, twisted and gnarled. This isn’t your grandmother’s werewolf story. Because she probably killed the wolf and made his pelt into a coat, AmIRight?
Pete, Tommy, and Steve venture into the shadowy heart of Leigh Whannell’s Wolfman, a film that dares to ask: what if the monster within isn’t just fur and fangs, but the inherited burden of family, the gnawing anxieties of parenthood, and the terrifying erosion of self? Forget silver bullets and full moons. This is a descent into the primal, a claustrophobic exploration of generational trauma played out in a remote farmhouse, where the walls close in as quickly as the darkness.
And yet, the crew wrestles with the film’s unrealized potential on almost every point, the tantalizing promise of thematic depth ultimately yielding to a sense of hollowness. So, is it a poignant meditation on the fragility of connection? Or a missed opportunity?
Ok, it’s mostly the second one. Mostly. Listen in to learn just how much, though!
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