To think this was the same guy who gave us The Graduate and other great films. He takes a book by Jim Harrison that was about a young man hunting for elusive gray wolves in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and turns it into a campy werewolf movie. Go figure?
Pure class and high style. Jack Nicholson kills as the literate, intelligent, betrayed Will Randall who fatefully discovers his inner alpha-beast. Loved this movie from it's opening frames as Ennio Morricone's haunting and seductive score enveloped my ear drums. Watching this cast of accomplished actors chew on such wry, tart dialogue is a genuine and all too rare pleasure these days. A mature genre film for adults.
The eye contacts were askew...the makeup effects put me in the mindset of Buffy vampires...and the scenarios were ridiculously-concluded....yet I can't stop watching this film. I just....I love Jack Nicholson. I love the cheesy action. I love it all.
Jack Nicholson's jumps are ridiculous and the film fails almost in everything until the ende of its firts half, when the B movie style seems to find the right path, including a final sprint. This great crew - specially Morricone's score - deserved a better achievement, though.