The film revolves around an 18-year-old boy who is a high school student. He was the captain of the football team at the school. After a fateful night, things seem to be quite bad when his ideal life suddenly disappears. In the end, his parents were killed and became more terrified that a wild wolf was turning his life completely.
The kind of pleasantly eccentric werewolf coming-of-age story that should be seen as the third-billed title in a horror movie marathon. When viewed on its own, one can't help but wonder who "Wolves"' was made for.
It's loud and violent, but the feature drags more than it should, struggling with iffy performances and lousy visual effects to raise a properly furry screen commotion.
The first 30 minutes of this cheap-looking monster drama are admittedly rough going. But once the "Twilight"-meets-"Sons of Anarchy" silliness kicks in, there's a lovable lunacy at work.
As unoriginal as its title, David Hayter's "Wolves" is yet another hoary, hairy transformation narrative featuring lycanthropy as a metaphor for coming of age.
Hayter burns through [his] shocking reveal early, giving his seldom funny, never scary fresh-faced horror-Western a listless quality, even at its slender runtime.
While it's a painless watch, "Wolves" looks comparatively bland as an adolescent male answer to Canada's last notable bigscreen werewolf effort, the femme-focused "Ginger Snaps" franchise.
