This painful film is mostly head shots of siblings who all look the same and have very peculiar teeth, lips and jaws. I was never quite sure who was doing the navel gazing, eventually couldn't care. The film builds to a screaming need for catharsis which never arrives, even when the antagonist (the father) finally enters. I thought, " Now we are getting some denouement. This is where the film takes off." No. He is anti-climatic and treated lightly as a bumbling drunk who made a few mistakes, then exits the stage. While pretentious enough to garner some good reviews, the film is occasionally well crafted and has a good soundtrack, which props up the wilting, sagging arc of the story. A truly anti-climatic dud that reminded me that my time is precious and should not be wasted.
Review of The Wolfpack
