Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf with the wolfsbane blooms
and the moon is full and bright
Variations of that poem are familiar from nearly all of Universal's werewolf pictures, so it seems like a good place to start...
The nature of previewing a film for me means that I can't go into huge levels of depth about the film. Maybe I'll come back to this in a few months for a general werewolf roundup. For now, I'll dispense a few thoughts about the 're-imagining' of the 1941 Universal classic The Wolf Man, and which I've dubbed An American Werewolf In London: The Prequel.
Lawrence Talbot spent most of his life in America with relatives, but is in London with his theatre troup on tour when word reaches him of his brother's disappearance. He returns to the family home at Blackwood on the moors where he soon encounters tales of werewolves and finds himself fighting to put an end to the curse...
Of all of Universal's classic monsters the werewolf is the one which has been taken to least over the years. Unfairly so I feel, but there is something about the werewolf which has largely been out of vogue. Every so often someone brings them back, but cycles like Underworld and Twilight have done nothing for them. I haven't been properly satisfied with a werewolf movie since The Howling and An American Werewolf In London back in the early 1980s. With all the technological advances the team behind The Wolfman must have been very tempted to do something radical.
Thankfully what we get is a perfectly fine advancement of the Universal horrors (with a rather hefty nod to Hammer thrown in). You see, this has all the opulence and American finance of a 1930s Universal horror. But with an upping of the body and gore count to take account of 70 years of changing attitudes. I jumped several times, something which I'm not prone to doing. So for me at least, there were some delightful shocks and just maybe I had an idea of how audiences must have treated the original horror cycles. Even the palate is stripped of most of the colour, giving a bleak slightly tinted version of the cinemascapes of old. The sets are sumptuous - vast spaces with rich decoration, and costumes are perfect.
Danny Elfman's score is not instantly one of his most memorable, but it fortunately feels very different from anything he's done for Tim Burton, allowing an identity of its own to the film. Joe Johnston's direction is okay, though Shelly Johnson's cinematography is deserving of praise along with Rick Heinrich's production design (not a million miles away from his work on Sleepy Hollow). The script is a different matter. Where it follows Curt Siodmak's original storyline it works perfectly well, but some of the dialogue is unutterable, and the narrative is a little hacked. Either there are gaps caused by the need to bring the film into a manageable 2 hour cut or the executives were lazy when they okayed it (like that would be a surprise in Hollywood?!).
[I've subsequently read that the film had to be recut and there was some extensive reshooting, as well as issues with the score... The score I noticed no problems with, but the other problems are far too evident and attempts to satisfy test audiences and movie executives may well have damaged the film irreparably].
The cast is peppered with nice little blink and you miss em parts, but essentially the focus is on four performances. Emily Blunt is wasted as marginal love interest Gwen, a very underwritten part. Hugo Weaving gives a great performance as the inspector assigned to investigate the deaths, a turn which wouldn't be out of place in a Universal or Hammer film. Anthony Hopkins is fairly unlikeable (intentionally) as Lord Talbot, but his entire performance is marred by a meandering accent which deviates from English gent, through Welsh and several lengthy scenes in a notable Irish twang. Hopkins' part should have been overdubbed or the director ought to have kept a better eye on him during shooting.
Benecio Del Toro is a delightful successor to Lon Chaney Jr. as the ill-fated Lawrence Talbot. An inspired choice of casting, Del Toro delivers the whole piece very subtly and seriously rather than delving into the high camp that the film veers to from time to time (Hopkins is decidedly camp). His soft performance echoes that of Chaney Jr, and visually Del Toro inhabits the same appearance. More than that, there were times I found myself looking at the ghost of not only Chaney Jr but Oliver Reed, who of course took on the mantle of werewolf for Hammer in The Curse of the Werewolf (which was also released by Universal). Its a wondrous fusion which keeps this old horror fan happy. I can't be the only one that hopes that a sequel might be forthcoming, that they'll sort out the writing and bring back Del Toro.
You know, its strange that we seem to be having a new wave of British horror which does very much mirror the situation of the 1930s and 1950s. Just a few weeks ago I was watching Sherlock Holmes, a film which inhabits a very similar London landscape. We've got John Landis shooting Burke and Hare at the moment... Victorian gothic is back. Unlike the Universal of the 30s that brought the British talent and settings to an American studio, here the American studio has brought its American lead to a British studio (Pinewood in this instance) - much more like the Hammer films of the 50s and 60s (ironically at a point when the newly revived Hammer seem to have abandoned the UK for all-American productions in Let Me In and The Resident, and not a Victorian gothic in sight!). The debt to Hammer is felt in the colour shocks, the blood-letting, and even the use of the ubiquitous Black Park as a location (I'd recognise that lake anywhere... goodness knows I've been round it enough).
My jibe about this serving as a prequel to John Landis' brilliant An American Werewolf In London not only comes from the sight of the 'American' Lawrence Talbot running around London in werewolf form, but also from the involvement of Rick Baker in the special effects for both. All werewolf pictures since American Werewolf have borrowed from Baker's transformation scenes, and the same is true here, with the familiar bone crunching and painful elongations. But Baker's make-up is much more traditional here. We see the werewolf run like a wolf, but also stand very much like a man. The facial make up is like that of the classic Universal movies - more man than wolf (supporting the reiterated comment throughout the movie about where you draw the line between a beast and a man). It was also important to distance this picture from the contemporary werewolf pictures which are frankly stuck in a vain rut too.
The Wolfman could be a wonderful picture, nostalgic but shocking, traditional but contemporary. Unfortunately a less than perfect performance from one of the leads, and some flag-waving issues with the script mean this is slightly underwhelming. Maybe that's the point? The Bride of Frankenstein aside, I don't think I've ever been totally satisfied with a Universal horror - this fits right in. I wouldn't be against a follow-up either, but things need tightened up.
I can't bring myself to encourage you to go see this one, but its perfectly entertaining and still more satisfying than most of the horrors to come out of Hollywood in recent years. Toss a coin...
directed by Joe Johnston
125 mins
released: 12 February 2010 (UK cert 15; US cert R)
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