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The film revolves around a young man of 18 years old, a high school student is admirable. As captain of the school football team with transcript levels of type A good and beautiful girlfriend. But after a fateful night, when awake, his perfect life suddenly disappear, instead his parents were murdered and the most terrify that he has become a wild wolf. Does he have to live how to overcome everything? And who is behind everything, who murdered his parents?
The kind of pleasantly eccentric werewolf coming-of-age story that should be seen as the third-billed title in a horror movie marathon. When viewed on its own, one can't help but wonder who "Wolves"' was made for.
It's loud and violent, but the feature drags more than it should, struggling with iffy performances and lousy visual effects to raise a properly furry screen commotion.
The first 30 minutes of this cheap-looking monster drama are admittedly rough going. But once the "Twilight"-meets-"Sons of Anarchy" silliness kicks in, there's a lovable lunacy at work.
As unoriginal as its title, David Hayter's "Wolves" is yet another hoary, hairy transformation narrative featuring lycanthropy as a metaphor for coming of age.
Hayter burns through [his] shocking reveal early, giving his seldom funny, never scary fresh-faced horror-Western a listless quality, even at its slender runtime.
While it's a painless watch, "Wolves" looks comparatively bland as an adolescent male answer to Canada's last notable bigscreen werewolf effort, the femme-focused "Ginger Snaps" franchise.