Ah, “Werewolves,” starring Frank Grillo, a title as subtle as a sledgehammer and about as original as a sequel to a Fast & Furious movie. This official poster practically screams B-movie glory, with a face that’s only mildly terrifying—if you’re twelve and just discovered horror films. Grillo, who has mastered the art of looking intense while delivering mediocre lines, is our guide through this howling phenomenon where a supermoon flips the genetic switch on humanity, transforming the masses into furry, bloodthirsty creatures for a single night of nightly shenanigans. A real crowd-pleaser, right?
Let’s unpack that premise. A supermoon triggers a latent gene. It’s a mind-boggling declaration that makes “Twilight” look like Shakespeare. Imagine a world where stepping into the moonlight turns you into a werewolf. Forget about pesky things like biology; just bask in the metaphorical glow of convenient storytelling. The film’s creators must’ve been inspired by those late-night chats on college campuses where someone enthusiastically declares, “What if we were all werewolves?” Please, Hollywood, keep this under wraps until a proper script emerges, if one ever does.
As chaos descends and a billion people allegedly die, one must ponder why we as a society eagerly lap up such 21st-century schlock. “Werewolves” isn’t venturing into uncharted cinematic territory; it’s wading into a murky pool of clichés and tropes. Let’s not forget the classic “It’s been a year since the last disaster” trope. Will the survivors have learned anything? Spoiler: Probably not, given that déjà vu seems central to the plot.
Director Miles Doleac seems to be banking on visuals more than substance, slapping on some neon fur and drawing in viewers with the promise of gore. Kudos for trying, but a blood-spattered wall doesn’t a compelling narrative make. This isn’t “American Werewolf in London;” it’s more akin to the sad cousin you avoid at family gatherings, desperate for attention yet unable to entertain.
So, what’s the takeaway here? “Werewolves” aims to pick up the pieces of the horror genre while struggling like a drunk kid at a high school dance. If you’re looking for a cerebral experience, might I suggest rewatching “Get Out” or anything by Guillermo del Toro instead? But if you revel in schlock—Bonnie Tyler blasting on repeat while Grillo wrestles with his inner wolf—then perhaps this is the movie howling for your attention.
Here’s a thought: when will the horror genre finally realize that recycling bad ideas with just slightly more lunacy doesn’t make for a fresh narrative? Does anyone else out there share my skepticism, or are you ready to defend this moonlit monstrosity? Share your thoughts and stay tuned for more latest Movie News at reelsnark.com/news.
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