Benicio Del Toro & Anthony Hopkins in the movie The Wolfman

The new edition of the old Universal horror title "The Wolfman" constitutes a pleasant surprise, if "pleasant" can be used to describe a brooding $100 million-plus diversion with this many beheadings and eviscerations.

Director Joe Johnston's reboot is devoted to the pleasures of meticulous and insinuating period re-creation (1891 Blackmoor, England, plus a side trip to London), shot in a mixture of studio interiors (at the famed Shepperton Studios) and open-air location work.

Doggedly, or rather wolfishly, the film doesn't go in for camp or mirth, at least until its misjudged and semi-endless wolf-on-wolf climax. Benicio Del Toro's Lawrence Talbot, a famous Shakespearean actor in this version of the story, broods and suffers, and he is, after all, in physical torment for much of the story.

In this version, father-son issues take precedence over jokes about back hair. Anthony Hopkins plays Sir John Talbot (Claude Rains in the 1941 original, scripted by Curt Siodmak), whose son has disappeared. This disappearance brings Lawrence back into the family fold, such as it is. Someone or something is on the loose, slaughtering Gypsies and good, upright Victorian English folk. When Lawrence is attacked and begins showing signs of trouble, it's his father who takes care of him, though he seems strangely interested in letting "the beast" run free.

Hopkins phones it in here, albeit entertainingly: He seems to have gone straight past "relaxed and authoritative" and landed in "bored." But everyone else is fiercely committed to taking the cockamamie mythology seriously. Emily Blunt? Perfect combination of Victorian restraint and sultry gazes as the fiancée of the missing brother. Hugo Weaving, whose muttonchops foreshadow a certain transformation quite wittily, makes for a formidable Scotland Yard foil. Geraldine Chaplin brings feral intensity to the Gypsy woman who has the lowdown on the curse. It's amazing this stuff works at all, really.

Written by Andrew Kevin Walker and David Self, the movie had a troubled production development, changing everything (directors, editors, composers) but its underwear en route to the multiplex. I think Johnston has saved it; he may have his weaknesses (so many scudding-clouds transitions!), but he shapes the attack sequences with a sure sense of pacing. The film is extremely bloody. I'm not sure who it's for, exactly: It may be too somber for the teenagers and too splattery for others. Then again, I went for it.

"You and 20 million other guys!" That was Lou Costello's retort to Lon Chaney Jr. in "Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein" when Chaney tells him the full moon turns him into a wolf. That's precisely the sort of gag that you will not find here.

 

MPAA rating: R (for bloody horror violence and gore).

Running time: 1:43.

Cast: Benicio Del Toro (Lawrence Talbot); Anthony Hopkins (Sir John); Emily Blunt (Gwen Conliffe); Hugo Weaving (Aberline); Geraldine Chaplin (Maleva); Art Malik (Singh).

Credits: Directed by Joe Johnston; written by Andrew Kevin Walker and David Self, based on Curt Siodmak's 1941 screenplay; produced by Scott Stuber, Benicio Del Toro, Rick Yorn and Sean Daniel. A Universal Pictures release.

Inspired by the classic Universal film that launched a legacy of horror, The Wolfman brings the myth of a cursed man back to its iconic origins. Oscar winner Benicio Del Toro stars as Lawrence Talbot, a haunted nobleman lured back to his family estate after his brother vanishes. Reunited with his estranged father (Oscar winner Anthony Hopkins), Talbot sets out to find his brother...and discovers a horrifying destiny for himself.

The Wolfman Movie Review - Benicio Del Toro & Anthony Hopkins