Reviewed By: Billy
Starring the extremely bizarre quartet of Albert Finney, Edward James Olmos, Gregory Hines, and Tom Noonan, Wolfen is one of a few modern movies that has somehow managed to attain “classic” status in the werewolf subgenre. Personally, I’d consider this to be a little unfair; it’s like saying JM and are I amongst the most successful graduates of our Indiana high school. This may be a true statement, but really anyone without a meth habit and a police record would be more successful than three-fourths of our high school peers. So…yes, Wolfen may be considered a seminal werewolf film, but it’s hard to fail when your toughest competition includes the increasingly insane Howling series and the Jack Nicholson disaster Wolf.
Set on the streets of New York City in the early 80s (which means lots of headbands and jean jackets), Wolfen opens with the murders of a wealthy businessman, his cokehead wife, and their driver. I think we’re supposed to assume some kind of animal kills them, but I’m actually banking on a shroom-eating hippie, based on the fact that the killer’s point-of-view is filmed like this:
So, there you have it. I'm not a fan of werewolf movies (well...except for this one, a bona-fide Tower Farm classic), so I can't say I loved it. And it's hard to take anything seriously that comes from the mind of author Whitley Stieber -- a man I once heard on a radio show say he understood what female rape victims feel like because he'd been anally probed by aliens (no...I'm not making this up). However, I do have a soft spot for movies that take respectable actors and place them in situations involving decapitation and psychadelic camera effects. Plus, how can you not recommend a movie in which the leading man's hair could well be a character unto itself?