My partner and I watched this and found it surprisingly enjoyable, in a guilty pleasure sort of way. I’ve been saying for years that everyone enjoys a good bodice-ripper sometimes. I usually like mine in book form, with shirtless pirates on the covers, but werewolves can do in a pinch. This movie, until you think about it too hard (as I always, always do), is good mindless fun. Just like a trashy romance novel.
As I sit here thinking about it, however, I’m just feeling more and more frustrated with this movie. It’s not that it didn’t live up (or, rather, down) to my expectations. Indeed, it pretty much was everything I expected, only with better CGI for the wolf than most similar films. Catherine Hardwicke turns an ancient rape parable into a Twilight-esque fantasy for adults–there aren’t bound to be too many surprises there. Continue reading