It seems that Werewolves is a little late on the trend train, but that's the least of its problems. I have to sigh...I wanted to have dumb fun with this flick. It's important to note that it has "studio notes" written all over it. I don't believe for a second that this is the film that director Steven C. Miller wanted to deliver to the moviegoing public. Not only does it feel like there are chunks missing from the narrative, it feels like there is a whole movie sitting on the editing room floor. Werewolves is a sequel to something we never saw. I mean, the werewolves look cool. That's the only positive comment I can put together. Yikes.
"Is it that bad, Dom?" Yes, it's that bad. Run-of-the-mill characters are introduced to be slain a few scenes later, and we're supposed to react as if we care. The strobe lighting makes it impossible to see much of anything. The camera is always too close to the action. The arbitrary plot is swarming with holes. The acting from some of the supplementary players is objectively off-target. I repeat, yikes.
In a random bit of near-stunt casting, Lou Diamond Phillips shows up for two or three scenes as Dr. Exposition. What on Earth drew him to Werewolves? His inclusion made me realize that I should have just watched Bats again.
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