Interesting take on corporate America, personifying it with a legend of bloodsucking beasts roaming the night, attacking the (semi)-innocents. The analogy itself isn't all that bad, with a certain charm and good humor, but doesn't go far beyond goofing around with jumpin' Jack Nicholson and slimy Spader. Subtle and unconventional in one way, but it just constantly feels predictable.
Jack Nicholson is perfectly cast as a man turned to werewolf and James Spader is his perfect slimeball nemesis at work. The story seem to first go somewhere more original before it turns to a standard thriller with a rushed ending. Slow-motion action sequences make the movie feel like a TV reboot of "The Six Million Dollar Werewolf Man". Christopher Plummer is cool as always though.
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.
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.