"The Wolfman"

I think the only good things that this movie has going for it are tied to how it evokes sort of classic tropes and images of the werewolf story. The wolf howling at the full moon from a London rooftop as the Danny Elfman score's Gothic horror choir swells... it's almost perfect. But it's fleeting.

The film overall is not a particularly strong entry into the werewolf canon, and a version of this film that was just a ten-minute collection of the best moments would actually be a pretty brilliant high-budget Victorian horror short. But bloated to this length and padded with meaningless love stories, pointless plot elements, expositional scenes that seem overly dramatic and vague, and an only passably composed backbone story of familial betrayal, the thing is its own kind of monster. 3 out of 10.