The Wolfman is a story about a prodigal son – who lost his accent because he’s been gone for so long – in order to find the killer of his brother. Unbeknownst to him, he returns to a decrepit mansion with a seemingly unusual father and an abandoned supposed-to-be sister-in-law. The chase for the murderer starts and he ends up with a bite.
Truth be told, they did a spectacular job with the cinematography. Each set piece was crisp and it delivered well on the creepy side. The music (by The Simpson’s fame, Danny Elfman) proved to be a very strong support that embellishes the scene coherently. The actors did a good job, too. I may not be singing praises for Anthony Hopkins, but when he starts swapping lines with Del Toro and Blunt, he gets on with it like he was Hannibal again.
But what got lost in the melee is what’s most important – the story. It was wobbly in areas that could have made a huge difference and it had expositions that could have been lessened. This may have been a remake but I felt that there was no need for it to be just a rehash. Leaving the theater, I deduced that re-doing it is entirely unnecessary and completely pointless.
Plus, I can’t help but say that this is a whole lotta waste for Hugo Weaving’s talent.