The Benicio del Toro werewolf picture may not be perfect for a Valentine's Day escape.
So, the movie had to be about something other than cheap thrills and hackneyed chills. Instead, the film is a meditation on the line between man and monster, and the idea of being able to "release" someone if you truly love him. On top of that, a sense of doom pervades the film, and the question, "Can love change a man (or a wolfman)?" is left lingering.
It's rare that any Hollywood movie these days is too short, but this 91-minute picture leaves precious little time to develop much in the way of a dynamic between characters. The cast gives solid if understated performances (Valium may have been passed out during the shoot); Anthony Hopkins plays his standard soft-spoken villain; Hugo Weaving does a slightly agitated, English Agent Smith; Emily Blunt vacillates between mildly mournful and sadly hopeful; and Benicio del Toro is sleepy-eyed and resigned to whatever fate has in store for him (though he pulls a Costner in regard to his accent).
So while the movie does provide a few startling moments, and there's something mildly romantic about doomed love, it would be a stretch to call this a date movie. See Up In The Air for the latter, or wait for Shutter Island for more of the former.
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