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A city cop is assigned to solve a bizarre set of violent murders where it appears that the victoms were killed by animals. In his pursuit he learns of an Indian legend about wolf spirits. Written by
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Modern DVD covers feature a beast on the cover with huge iridescent dayglo eyes and fangs. None such appears in this movie but there are a number of beasts with such fangs in the later picture Attack the Block (2011). See more »
When the doctor is riding his motorbike through the tunnel and spots the wolf, he is mouthing "Help me," repeatedly, but we don't hear his voice. At the end, he says, "Oh my god," but is still mouthing, "Help me." See more »
I'm going to team you up with Dewey Wilson on this Christopher VanderVeer thing.
I didn't know he was back. I thought he retired, disabled, mental...?
He had a lot of family problems, he started to drink a little too much, police work... piled up on him. He's a good man, you'll like him.
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"You wouldn't kill anyone else, would you?" .. "That's what you get paid to find out."
A series of gory killings in and around New York City, mutilations done by a Jack the Ripper-type, are investigated by a hardened veteran police detective and his cynical female partner. Aside from some interesting Steadicam photography from the predator's point of view, this 'thoughtful' thriller about territorial spirits manifesting themselves as wolves isn't very suspenseful. Albert Finney, wrung-out and with a whopper-crop of fluffy hair, pieces together the mystery with bleary eyes and mouth askew; his blasé manner isn't used for salty humor, though--he really does look bored. David M. Eyre and Michael Wadleigh adapted their weak screenplay from Whitley Strieber's novel "The Wolfen," and Wadleigh also directed (it was his first feature following directorial duties on the 1970 documentary, "Woodstock"). In a ludicrous example of what eventually follows, the filmmakers attempt to raise shivers by having a nude Edward James Olmos run around at night like a madman, drinking from a puddle and howling at the moon. *1/2 from ****
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