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Feb. 14th, 2010 06:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darchildreAnd then, I went to go see The Wolfman.
First off, the film feels oddly...jumbled. Like the film makers had a bunch of elements that they wanted to stick in the movie because they thought they'd be cool, and then they forgot to do anything with them. For example, why the hell is Inspector Frederick Abberline in this movie? I mean, I don't object to his presence, as Hugo Weaving was one of the highlights of the film (I would happily watch The Monster-Hunting Adventures of Inspector Abberline), but they make a big deal out of him being in charge of the Ripper investigation and then, that goes nowhere. What the hell? I feel that the film contained a great many missed opportunities.
The transformation scenes were cool, which is what you want in a werewolf movie. Lawrence Talbot has always kinda bored me, whether he's Lon Chaney Jr or Benecio del Toro. (I will point out that I was struck by how much those two actors resemble each other. It's kinda weird.) I liked Anthony Hopkins' Sir John Talbot and his transformation into a villain was a welcome change to the story and gave Lawrence something to do other than hate himself. Gwen was pretty nifty and I liked that she retained her antiques shop, in a nice nod to the original film. (As was the design of the werewolf makeup. I miss the yak hair a bit, though.)
It was a little gorier than I expected, though the R rating probably should have prepared me. There were piles of viscera everywhere, which is something I rarely expect in a horror film that isn't a comedy. Which this certainly isn't - The Wolfman has no noticeable sense of humor at all. But then, I don't think that it ever has. Bride of Frankenstein, it was not.
Still, it was a fun couple of hours. Carnage I wanted and carnage I got. Ultimately, though, I'm not really a werewolf person. Werewolf movies are a fun way to pass time but they don't end up feeling important to me unless the werewolf's name is Henry Jekyll.
(Also. Dear people who make horror films - it is time to get over the damned blue filter. I know, it's pretty, but what I wouldn't give for a horror film that had a bigger color palette than blue, grey, black, and red. Not all horror films are set in the Pacific Northwest in January. Come on - rewatch some Hammer and some Roger Corman. You're allowed to use pink and green and orange, I promise.)
First off, the film feels oddly...jumbled. Like the film makers had a bunch of elements that they wanted to stick in the movie because they thought they'd be cool, and then they forgot to do anything with them. For example, why the hell is Inspector Frederick Abberline in this movie? I mean, I don't object to his presence, as Hugo Weaving was one of the highlights of the film (I would happily watch The Monster-Hunting Adventures of Inspector Abberline), but they make a big deal out of him being in charge of the Ripper investigation and then, that goes nowhere. What the hell? I feel that the film contained a great many missed opportunities.
The transformation scenes were cool, which is what you want in a werewolf movie. Lawrence Talbot has always kinda bored me, whether he's Lon Chaney Jr or Benecio del Toro. (I will point out that I was struck by how much those two actors resemble each other. It's kinda weird.) I liked Anthony Hopkins' Sir John Talbot and his transformation into a villain was a welcome change to the story and gave Lawrence something to do other than hate himself. Gwen was pretty nifty and I liked that she retained her antiques shop, in a nice nod to the original film. (As was the design of the werewolf makeup. I miss the yak hair a bit, though.)
It was a little gorier than I expected, though the R rating probably should have prepared me. There were piles of viscera everywhere, which is something I rarely expect in a horror film that isn't a comedy. Which this certainly isn't - The Wolfman has no noticeable sense of humor at all. But then, I don't think that it ever has. Bride of Frankenstein, it was not.
Still, it was a fun couple of hours. Carnage I wanted and carnage I got. Ultimately, though, I'm not really a werewolf person. Werewolf movies are a fun way to pass time but they don't end up feeling important to me unless the werewolf's name is Henry Jekyll.
(Also. Dear people who make horror films - it is time to get over the damned blue filter. I know, it's pretty, but what I wouldn't give for a horror film that had a bigger color palette than blue, grey, black, and red. Not all horror films are set in the Pacific Northwest in January. Come on - rewatch some Hammer and some Roger Corman. You're allowed to use pink and green and orange, I promise.)
