Starring Benicio del Toro, Emily Blunt, Hugo Weaving & Anthony Hopkins.
Written by Andrew Kevin Walker & David Self.
Directed by Joe Johnston.
Personally, hopes were high for the remake of The Wolfman, a story whose basic elements have been recounted in various guises over the years in both film and literature, and one that will never need to seek an audience. And so, it is with deep regret that I report the dull and lifeless bore that is Joe Johnston’s version. Impeccably produced, The Wolfman nevertheless plods along awkwardly like a werewolf in Doc Martin’s. Director Johnston has learned a lot from his years working alongside Steven Spielberg, but he lacks the master’s touch when it comes to both pacing and Spielberg’s unrivalled skill in visual presentation. Johnston is no slouch behind the camera, but the blame for this film not reaching its full potential must be laid on his shoulders (and those of the writers). There are moments of grandeur in The Wolfman, but also moments of unintentional hilarity, and a measurable gulf between the (at times) poorly executed CGI and the vastly more impressive prosthetics and make-up. Benicio del Toro smoulders on screen as he normally does, and his relationship with the equally fine Emily Blunt is well played. But Sir Anthony Hopkins is (dare I say it) borderline camp, giving a performance worthy of a B-Grade horror film – completely unbecoming to his stature as an actor – and Hugo Weaving drifts through the scenery like Agent Smith in an Elizabethan Matrix. The bottom line here is that this film should not have failed, and the fact that it did means we should all just watch An American Werewolf In London again for the umpteenth time, and leave The Wolfman howling at the moon.
by Wadrick Jones