Short version: The Wolfman is a goddamn note-perfect gothic werewolf movie.
Long version: despite the frequent rumors of production difficulties, director Joe Johnston knocks it out of the park with this dark, brooding, savage take on the classic Universal monster, The Wolf Man (yes, he used to have a space in his name).
Benicio Del Toro is properly depressed and downtrodden as Lawrence Talbot, Anthony Hopkins is playful and sinister as his father, and Hugo Weaving is his usual movie-stealing self as a fictionlized version of Ripper-chasing Inspector Abberline of Scotland Yard.
A dull spot in the acting troup could probably be said to be contributed by Emily Blunt, but her performance suffers more from the feeling that the majority of it is on the cutting-room floor, rather than from any fault of her acting.
It is thrilling. It is funny. The Wolfman attacks are savage and bloody, and more than earn that R rating (for gore and virtually nothing else). This is a real return for the classic Universal monsters, and it was made by people with real love for the characters and their legacy.
The dumbasses who contributed to the 29% this movie is tracking on Rotten Tomatoes are ignorant and uninformed, and probably wanted to hate this movie before it was even out of the gate. Don't listen to those assholes. Listen to this one.
The Wolfman is the real deal.
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