Film Review – The Wolfman

An American Werewolf in London? Perhaps, if you take the nationality of the leading man, but this horror film once more spills the old blood of British Victorian gothic across the silver screen. Visually The Wolfman broods with the welcome, dark turbulence of a pint of Guinness, and while the story lacks teeth, the cinematography slices and dabs with light and shadow, bringing to mind the work of old masters hanging in The National Gallery in London.

Theatre actor Lawrence Talbot (Benicio Del Toro) is called back from New York to England by a letter from his brother’s lover, Gwen Conliffe (Emily Blunt). His brother Ben has seemingly gone missing, and while the local villagers lay blame at the door of the new gypsy camp, she feels there is something more to it. Returning to his childhood home Black Moor, a decaying stately mansion, Lawrence reacquaints himself with his widowed father Sir John Talbot, (Sir Anthony Hopkins) and finds that the past digs its claws into him in more ways than one.

If the script lacks bite then the luxuriant cinematography does not. Camera focus is sharp and true. There is a wonderfully rich, controlled contrast between inky shadows and brilliant white moonlight. The colour palette of bruised black, blue and purple, filters through a romantic diffusion of malevolent mists and haze that shroud moors and corridors. Faces are painted out of darkness, as if lit by Vermeer. Old skin becomes creamy parchment, wrinkled in the candlelight. The mansion creaks from dark wood and antique furniture, dust swirling in shafts of moonlight.

If only the characterisation worked as well. Introduced as an actor playing Hamlet in the theatre of the time, Del Toro seems strangely absent from his character’s soul. A few childhood flashbacks are not enough to clothe this man in flesh and blood. As a result, there is no torment from within Lawrence, despite his childhood trauma and consignment to a lunatic asylum as an adult, where he is tortured. The theme of a man bearing an inhuman beast within doesn’t mature, because we don’t feel the arc as Lawrence loses himself to darkness. If the story is a moral discourse on the choice to become the beast, or not, then it falls short as there is no clear distinction between character motivations, and so the mythology doesn’t work.

As Hamlet’s Elsinore was shrouded in mist, so is Laurence’s home and childhood memory. It becomes clearer as the movie progresses that there is a Freudian relationship between father and son. Sir John Talbot twice calls him the prodigal son returned, but there is a slight mockery to the tone that belies something else. Hopkins still can’t seem to decide if he’s Welsh, English or Irish, but then we knew that of him from Nixon. He comfortably does the paternal figure with a glint in his eye as we are accustomed of him. Emily Blunt doesn’t get much of a look in as the love interest, but acts her part with the natural ease we have previously seen in The Devil Wears Prada.

Director Joe Johnston hails from the Lucas/Spielberg stable. Having started his career as a visual effects storyboard artist at effects company, Industrial Light and Magic, he has gone on to direct Honey I Shrunk the Kids, Hidalgo and Jurassic Park III. The problem may lie in his style of storytelling or in pursuing a more box-office friendly ’15’ certificate. Whichever it may be, The Wolfman doesn’t quite have the chops to be a psychologically terrifying horror movie, but it is beautiful to look at, with exceptional production values from camera, art and make-up departments.

It would be a great shame if this wasn’t nominated for a cinematography award, I hope the horror genre doesn’t scare the Academies away.

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