Writer, composer/producer, pain & disability warrior, queer adjacent
“Werewolves Within” is a tight and funny horror goof. It’s mostly a bottle film, with skilled maneuvering of an entirely incompatible collection of townies at a visitor’s center in a tiny snow-whipped Colorado village. (No idea if it’s actually set in Colorado, but they’re always set in Colorado. Also who cares.) When the new sheriff notices immense claw tracks on all of the town’s defunct generators, civic living immediately dissolves and yelling and violence ensue between: the obsessive scientist, the…
This movie is impossibly sweet. It’s as close as a film can be to a warm hug—no small feat as it’s specifically about our physical remoteness from each other now that we live full-time on the internet. And also because it’s so clearly a pandemic production—two actors with web cams (or more likely, professionals mimicking web cams). The screenplay is flawless, if it was actually scripted; much of this feels improvised. The performances are surprisingly nuanced which demonstrates an intimate…
Hell with it, you absolutely bananapants psychopath of a movie, have a fiver. It’s a big slushy mess, sure — it’s overwritten and under-edited, with some beats agape at groan-inducing jokes but whatever, who cares.
* Is a $185m splattercore bonanza; you can feel Gunn laughing through every second of it because it’s a sort of homecoming for him.
* Is utterly, shamelessly stupid and yet, somehow, all of its silly superpowers and dicks and exploding heads had…