Wolf Man (2025)

I appreciated Leigh Whannell’s grounded, folklore-tinged approach rooted in something much more real and visceral. Cinematically, it’s a visually and sonically striking film, though many scenes suffer from frustratingly but intentional low lighting. This is more of a mood piece than a traditional tension-driven horror movie—closer in spirit to "The Fly" than any previous incarnation of "The Wolf Man".

There’s a pervasive melancholy: a marriage in crisis, a fractured mother-daughter relationship, and the weight of generational trauma passed from father to son. The slow-burn pacing and minimal action won’t satisfy those looking for a typical Friday night scare. With such mature thematic material, the film needed a deeper investment in character development—or lead actors capable of conveying the full emotional gravity of the story.

As it stands, it feels like a film in conflict with itself. You can’t help but wonder if the studio pushed for broader appeal, diluting what was meant to be a small, intimate story. This was almost a great film.