Wolfen
August 26th 2009 02:16
The lycanthrope movie when you’re not in the mood for werewolves, Wolfen (1981) is the hairy odd one out in the lycanthrope sub-genre. It deals with shape-changers, but we never see anyone changing. In fact are there actually any werewolves at all in this movie? Perhaps it’s all a figment of potent Native Indian mythology that manifests the spectre of the wolf spirit in order to inject fear in the hearts of capitalist white men!
New York homicide cop Dewey Wilson (Albert Finney) is called in to investigate the vicious murder of a dodgy real estate tycoon, his girlfriend and their chauffeur. They were all torn apart by something alive, but not human. Wilson is assigned with Rebecca Neff (Diane Venora) and they begin to scour the derelict ghost suburb of South Bronx (this is the early 80s remember when this area of New York was low-rent housing, and had become a victim of what was referred to as “white flight”, leaving the suburb like a war zone).
It soon becomes apparent they are dealing with something very strange and elusive. More deaths of a similar horrific nature only exasperate the situation. Wilson, Neff and local coroner Whittington (Gregory Hines) are having a hard time, but clues seem to point in the direction of a disgruntled bridge worker, Eddie Holt (Edward James Olmos), a Native Indian unhappy with the demolition of his once proud neighbourhood. Is he really able to shape-shift into a supremely intelligent wolf, capable of murdering and escaping capture?
Based on the novel by Whitley Streiber (who also wrote the novels of The Hunger and Communion), Wolfen was directed by Michael Wadleigh, and it was the only feature he made apart from the legendary movie of Woodstock. Strange choice of movie to make more than a decade after that, but he does bring a potent visual element, chiefly the wolfen-vision (a solarised process that although looks somewhat dated now, still provides a dynamic edge to the movie).
The other element that keeps Wolfen looking so intriguing is the South Bronx ruins. These buildings don’t exist anymore; the whole area has been built up; the whole neighbourhood has been gentrified (like much of Brooklyn, especially during the clean-up reign of Mayor Giuliani). The “bombed” ruined buildings and streets, littered with refuse, strewn with graffiti, and peppered with burnt-out cars looks fantastic. Sure, it’s depressing, but there’s a genuine sense of apocalypse, no art director could ever hope to dress a location as well as the real thing.
As a horror movie Wolfen is sluggish and the suspense is uneven. The wolves themselves aren’t seen until the movie’s last quarter, and although imposing, they simply don’t provide the movie with the intense menace the story demands. There are a few fleeting moments of gore; the odd severed hand and head, and a scene in the local morgue that provokes an unpleasant atmosphere. There is a great scene where Wilson pays a visit to Holt way up on the Brooklyn Bridge where Holt is doing repairs. How the hell they got a camera crew up there as well impressed me very much. What a spectacular view!
Any movie set in New York that features the Twin Towers of the World Trade Centre now seems entrenched in nostalgia. They now start to look kinda weird, taking on an almost mythical quality themselves; iconic pillars of an embittered, yet desperately proud city. But I digress …
Wolfen is more cop movie than werewolf flick, and it spends too much time from the point of view of the “killers” and of Wilson and Neff pondering and procrastinating. The only really intense moments come in the movie’s last ten or so minutes, but even those become frayed and not entirely satisfying. Still, the movie beguiles and features a rather curious scene where Holt, stark naked, runs around along the beach (Brighton?) like a rapid wolf trying to confuse Wilson who is watching and wondering who’s more loony, himself or Holt?
Here's the trailer:
What South Bronx used to look like, as photographed by Robert Ronan circa 1981:
New York homicide cop Dewey Wilson (Albert Finney) is called in to investigate the vicious murder of a dodgy real estate tycoon, his girlfriend and their chauffeur. They were all torn apart by something alive, but not human. Wilson is assigned with Rebecca Neff (Diane Venora) and they begin to scour the derelict ghost suburb of South Bronx (this is the early 80s remember when this area of New York was low-rent housing, and had become a victim of what was referred to as “white flight”, leaving the suburb like a war zone).
It soon becomes apparent they are dealing with something very strange and elusive. More deaths of a similar horrific nature only exasperate the situation. Wilson, Neff and local coroner Whittington (Gregory Hines) are having a hard time, but clues seem to point in the direction of a disgruntled bridge worker, Eddie Holt (Edward James Olmos), a Native Indian unhappy with the demolition of his once proud neighbourhood. Is he really able to shape-shift into a supremely intelligent wolf, capable of murdering and escaping capture?
Based on the novel by Whitley Streiber (who also wrote the novels of The Hunger and Communion), Wolfen was directed by Michael Wadleigh, and it was the only feature he made apart from the legendary movie of Woodstock. Strange choice of movie to make more than a decade after that, but he does bring a potent visual element, chiefly the wolfen-vision (a solarised process that although looks somewhat dated now, still provides a dynamic edge to the movie).
The other element that keeps Wolfen looking so intriguing is the South Bronx ruins. These buildings don’t exist anymore; the whole area has been built up; the whole neighbourhood has been gentrified (like much of Brooklyn, especially during the clean-up reign of Mayor Giuliani). The “bombed” ruined buildings and streets, littered with refuse, strewn with graffiti, and peppered with burnt-out cars looks fantastic. Sure, it’s depressing, but there’s a genuine sense of apocalypse, no art director could ever hope to dress a location as well as the real thing.
As a horror movie Wolfen is sluggish and the suspense is uneven. The wolves themselves aren’t seen until the movie’s last quarter, and although imposing, they simply don’t provide the movie with the intense menace the story demands. There are a few fleeting moments of gore; the odd severed hand and head, and a scene in the local morgue that provokes an unpleasant atmosphere. There is a great scene where Wilson pays a visit to Holt way up on the Brooklyn Bridge where Holt is doing repairs. How the hell they got a camera crew up there as well impressed me very much. What a spectacular view!
Any movie set in New York that features the Twin Towers of the World Trade Centre now seems entrenched in nostalgia. They now start to look kinda weird, taking on an almost mythical quality themselves; iconic pillars of an embittered, yet desperately proud city. But I digress …
Wolfen is more cop movie than werewolf flick, and it spends too much time from the point of view of the “killers” and of Wilson and Neff pondering and procrastinating. The only really intense moments come in the movie’s last ten or so minutes, but even those become frayed and not entirely satisfying. Still, the movie beguiles and features a rather curious scene where Holt, stark naked, runs around along the beach (Brighton?) like a rapid wolf trying to confuse Wilson who is watching and wondering who’s more loony, himself or Holt?
Here's the trailer:
What South Bronx used to look like, as photographed by Robert Ronan circa 1981:
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Comment by Natalina
My Life My Muse
Beta Girl Blog
As for this movie, disappointing mostly in comparison to the book. Worth seeing as you say for the scenery and a few moments of real intensity. If you haven't, you should read the book.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Natalina
My Life My Muse
Beta Girl Blog
Communion will always be my favorite and if you don't watch it, I think my head is going to explode.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
I'm sure you've seen Fire in the Sky?
Comment by Natalina
My Life My Muse
Beta Girl Blog
P.S. Not all of the aliens in Communion are the "Greys". There are another species of aliens known as "Doctors" (I think?) and they are kinda humorous. Strieber of course based the book on experiences he claims to have really had, which makes the whole thing scarier. All of his subsequent books about abduction have been based on his "real" experiences.
Much of Communion is very dated looking and a smidgey cheesy now, but well worth checking out Bryn. Do it!
Comment by JohnDoe
Film & TV on DVD
Ive always liked Wolfen for it's eccentricities and Finney's performance. An interesting idea that would be worth expanding on...Nightstalker style.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Chachi
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
you're right, the Bronx is one of the boroughs. Referring to South Bronx as a suburb is probably me talking with an Australasian voice, as we have city suburbs, although they're not like the American suburbs that exist outside of the city. I had compared photos of the area of the Bronx from when the movie was made with photos of some of the same area today, and it certainly looked gentrified to me.
Apologies if I came across ignorantly.