I had made plans to see the classic horror remake with my uncle after first viewing the original 1941 version starring Lon Chaney, but sadly a bad cold changed my travel plans last week, and I had looked so forward to seeing the new one starring Emily Blunt, Anthony Hopkins, and Hugo Weaving with Benicio Del Toro in the title role that I couldn't wait any longer and went Sunday night. After an early failed attempt for the 7:40 showing (only three people besides themselves and dumbass smokers lit up in MY theater?? Movie magic completely ruined as I was riled up, I told my manager I was coming back later), I went to the 10:15 late show with a local critic friend.
I knew it was supposed to be gory, and while my eyes certainly widened at parts, it wasn't too bad given the dark cinematography, and frankly, if any movie could organically incorporate gore, it's one about a beast unleashed on a violent rampage or two. I also went in to the film with a renewed vigor of my old fondness for wolves in general (thanks, Blood and Chocolate) so it was far easier to watch and observe the interesting motif of that fine line between Man and Beast.
I was glad Danny Elfman's score stayed given the numerous production problems with the film, because it perfectly accented the delicious thrill of each jump-out-of-your-seat moment. I used to hate that kind of thing, but now I can highly appreciate it with a well-done story. My critic friend felt that some of the logic didn't quite work with the villagers figuring out the identity of the Wolfman, but I disagreed given the often overly-superstitious and very gullible nature of the period. And while I felt Hopkins was brilliant as usual in his subtle way of wearing a new character's skin like only he can; Blunt's sensitive yet bold portrayal as the love interest and redemptive agent; Weaving's role as the detective trying to maintain order and keep as many alive as possible, Del Toro's performance, for me, felt uneven. In an otherwise great scene with a mixture of emotions between himself and Blunt, he doesn't seem to quite meet her in tone. I had heard some critics disliked Del Toro's performance, but as I'd never seen any of his work before, I decided to reserve judgment. Sadly, despite his very doggish features and the number of times I'd seen the trailer playing in the lobby at work, he did seem a bit...bipolar? Of course, some of this might have been intentional given the duality of his role, but I felt he could have done a bit better.
Still, the film wasn't "stupid" as some of my colleagues thought, given that most of them wouldn't catch all the subtler philosophical aspects of the script. I would definitely like to watch it again just for that. I suppose too, that with the delivery so like those films of old as opposed to modern acting (as I discussed in my last post) and the rather quick transitions for the action of the plot, the task of assessing such things was made more difficult in such a limited amount of time.
I found some amusement, though, in viewing this film, as I kept thinking, "Huh, this seems eerily familiar..." I'd never seen the original with Lon Chaney, remember, but the more it played, the more I realized that there was a significant amount of Disney's