Im at a loss of words. The movie was so surreal but also very real. I dont even know how to describe it. The shots were really nice. Canada is a very beautiful country. The plot was a little out of place. Definietly to some extent kept you at the edge. You were just waiting with anticipation for the main characters next move, action, lie. Ready to see what the next discovery might be. You cought yourself wondering if he falls into madness and desperation or if he was like this since the beginning. Definietly enjoyed watching it. I think this was a very nice execution of portraying a disturbed character.
3 Reviews
Not worth it
jpastorurban24 January 2024
Slow movie with senseless plot. Characters bad portrayed as well as sequences. Difficult to understand the message or the intention of the director. Canada is a beautiful country but the movie does not show any of that beauty. Run down places and lack of making you feel to watch till the end. You have to keep pushing yourself to watch until the end to be further disappointed by it. Actors do an acceptable job in spite of the poor production.
Quality of the imaging is not good, flat colours and not properly focussed in some scenes.
Not horror movie either, unless it is referring to the quality of the movie itself.
Quality of the imaging is not good, flat colours and not properly focussed in some scenes.
Not horror movie either, unless it is referring to the quality of the movie itself.
What Wolves?
saint_brett30 April 2024
Warning: Spoilers
The movie starts out with a David Attenborough exploration of the wilderness, letting us know we're in some part of the world where the sun still shines in the witching hour.
A marathon runner, Daisy, is off the leash and elopes with her love of the bitumen while other concerned family members search high and low for the 100-yard dash sprinter.
Not making any sense, the marathon runner escapee discovers a road kill, and the viewer has to draw their own conclusion about whether she used its fur for moccasins or used the flesh for crock pot stew.
Not making an ounce of sense, we cut to a mall rat shopping with hocked money, revealing his character to be of a shallow variety.
He lives with a turtle and provides it with no water.
The movie's moving at a senior citizen's pace without making any attempt to explain its intended direction, which leaves me questioning the radius-circumference inside my skull. My English teacher did write on my report card that I'm easily distracted.
This dude thinks he's Edward Norton from 'Fight Club.'
Repercussions are sought for the stolen property that was hocked earlier, and it looks like the mall rat is down on his last leg and running out of options.
Still not making any sense, the mall rat visits crime scenes of road kills where some vigilante is taking pleasure in harming animals.
The most unappealing Christmas tree can be found around the 25-minute mark. It looks like a 1992 'Seedpeople' alien. They must have paid one whole Canadian loon for that decoration.
We meet the mall rat's parents, and one's a voodoo priestess while the other's, well, never mind.
This movie's just digging itself into a hole and testing my patience.
I haven't seen any frigging wolves so far, either.
Leading the viewer down one dead end after another, the mall rat is an unpaid night crawler who spends all his time visiting mutilation sites of deceased animals and trawls online dating websites looking for similar fetishes.
Maybe I'm not educated enough, but what purpose do kneecaps serve for our bodies? Here I go again, like my English teacher warned. I guess he was right. There's still a dead mosquito on the roof of my room that's been there for 3 years now. Sometimes, when I'm watching dead-end movies like this, I look around my room and wonder if it defines me as a person.
When you're ready to start making sense, movie, go right ahead. I'm still waiting after 50 minutes.
The mall rat plays detective in search of a perpetrator who is responsible for mutilating animals in his town, of, where are we again, Winnipeg?
Not making any sense, the mall rat places himself in harm's way and renders himself a sitting target for the madman with a field trip to an isolated paddock of snow. How did he actually pinpoint this location? Who knows? Just so happens the killer is also there at the right time. How convenient.
He's grazed with an air rifle or some light caliber pistol, and I may be wrong here, but was that the casing shell he just extracted from his neck? Like in the misguided Korn video 'Freak on a Leash,' when you discharge a gun, the bullet doesn't come out complete, like a torpedo missile projectile, all intact. The hammer taps the primer, and the pellets are ejected while the shell falls by the wayside.
At the 56-minute mark, the director realizes his movie's going nowhere, so he pulls the same stunt as 'Midsommar' and films upside down, hoping the gamble will pay off, but with me, I'm looking at you with my best poker face, sir. Just push my button, Director fella.
Bill and Georgie Denbrough are introduced to the movie, and they stumble upon the grisly remains of something not revealed, which leaves the viewer to use their imagination to determine what it is. I'm guessing it's a Corey Feldman CD.
A registered library offender is shaken down and gives up the name Nate Wells, which prompts the mall rat to go undercover in a sleuth mission to expose the mysterious animal murderer. Everything's just handed to the mall rat in this movie like he's Mary-Sue from that new 'Star Wars' movie.
An intense part of the movie comes around the one-hour, 17-minute mark when the mall rat breaks and enters the killers house. Hold your breath for this scene. Sure as seashells, the killer will return home at any moment now. As predicted, he does, but surprisingly, the mall rat clobbers him with a claw hammer. We're given an intimate moment between the mall rat and a serial killer in the making, and is the viewer supposed to sympathize with the animal abuser?
I'll give credit to the movie for not showing any actual torture toward our furry friends.
But that's one hour and 34 minutes of their lives stolen from them, which they'll never get back.
Your time would be better spent baking cookies or testing your umbrella velocity rate to combat any sudden raindrops.
No wolves appeared in the making of this movie.
A marathon runner, Daisy, is off the leash and elopes with her love of the bitumen while other concerned family members search high and low for the 100-yard dash sprinter.
Not making any sense, the marathon runner escapee discovers a road kill, and the viewer has to draw their own conclusion about whether she used its fur for moccasins or used the flesh for crock pot stew.
Not making an ounce of sense, we cut to a mall rat shopping with hocked money, revealing his character to be of a shallow variety.
He lives with a turtle and provides it with no water.
The movie's moving at a senior citizen's pace without making any attempt to explain its intended direction, which leaves me questioning the radius-circumference inside my skull. My English teacher did write on my report card that I'm easily distracted.
This dude thinks he's Edward Norton from 'Fight Club.'
Repercussions are sought for the stolen property that was hocked earlier, and it looks like the mall rat is down on his last leg and running out of options.
Still not making any sense, the mall rat visits crime scenes of road kills where some vigilante is taking pleasure in harming animals.
The most unappealing Christmas tree can be found around the 25-minute mark. It looks like a 1992 'Seedpeople' alien. They must have paid one whole Canadian loon for that decoration.
We meet the mall rat's parents, and one's a voodoo priestess while the other's, well, never mind.
This movie's just digging itself into a hole and testing my patience.
I haven't seen any frigging wolves so far, either.
Leading the viewer down one dead end after another, the mall rat is an unpaid night crawler who spends all his time visiting mutilation sites of deceased animals and trawls online dating websites looking for similar fetishes.
Maybe I'm not educated enough, but what purpose do kneecaps serve for our bodies? Here I go again, like my English teacher warned. I guess he was right. There's still a dead mosquito on the roof of my room that's been there for 3 years now. Sometimes, when I'm watching dead-end movies like this, I look around my room and wonder if it defines me as a person.
When you're ready to start making sense, movie, go right ahead. I'm still waiting after 50 minutes.
The mall rat plays detective in search of a perpetrator who is responsible for mutilating animals in his town, of, where are we again, Winnipeg?
Not making any sense, the mall rat places himself in harm's way and renders himself a sitting target for the madman with a field trip to an isolated paddock of snow. How did he actually pinpoint this location? Who knows? Just so happens the killer is also there at the right time. How convenient.
He's grazed with an air rifle or some light caliber pistol, and I may be wrong here, but was that the casing shell he just extracted from his neck? Like in the misguided Korn video 'Freak on a Leash,' when you discharge a gun, the bullet doesn't come out complete, like a torpedo missile projectile, all intact. The hammer taps the primer, and the pellets are ejected while the shell falls by the wayside.
At the 56-minute mark, the director realizes his movie's going nowhere, so he pulls the same stunt as 'Midsommar' and films upside down, hoping the gamble will pay off, but with me, I'm looking at you with my best poker face, sir. Just push my button, Director fella.
Bill and Georgie Denbrough are introduced to the movie, and they stumble upon the grisly remains of something not revealed, which leaves the viewer to use their imagination to determine what it is. I'm guessing it's a Corey Feldman CD.
A registered library offender is shaken down and gives up the name Nate Wells, which prompts the mall rat to go undercover in a sleuth mission to expose the mysterious animal murderer. Everything's just handed to the mall rat in this movie like he's Mary-Sue from that new 'Star Wars' movie.
An intense part of the movie comes around the one-hour, 17-minute mark when the mall rat breaks and enters the killers house. Hold your breath for this scene. Sure as seashells, the killer will return home at any moment now. As predicted, he does, but surprisingly, the mall rat clobbers him with a claw hammer. We're given an intimate moment between the mall rat and a serial killer in the making, and is the viewer supposed to sympathize with the animal abuser?
I'll give credit to the movie for not showing any actual torture toward our furry friends.
But that's one hour and 34 minutes of their lives stolen from them, which they'll never get back.
Your time would be better spent baking cookies or testing your umbrella velocity rate to combat any sudden raindrops.
No wolves appeared in the making of this movie.
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