Two bright spots among a rather dull pile of cinematic refuse: one, the *idea* of a crusty metalhead protagonist, and two the ending shot which is nicely bleak. Sadly the acting, script, score, and lensing are subpar and totally undermine any promise. Barely could keep my eyes on the screen.
Like a lot of these second-wave French horror films, "The Pack" seduces the viewer during its first twenty minutes with an intriguing premise, stylish direction, an attractive lead, and the promise of shocking violence. And just like "Prey" and "Mutants," etc. it goes nowhere with a brilliant set-up; the filmmakers content to deliver what would have been a second-rate episode of "The X-Files" back in the mid-90's.
A sexy, lone female picks up a creepy looking, scraggy-ass bum hitchhiker in the middle of nowhere. Immediately, she falls for him. When she decides to let him take the wheel so she can nap (!!!), she wakes up at a strange tavern. The man goes to the washroom and never comes back. She waits up for him late into the night and breaks into the tavern to search for him. SOUNDS PLAUSIBLE TO ME!