Starring; Michael Kunicki, Quinn Armstrong and Jordan Mullins
Directed by: Quinn Armstrong
Rated: NR
Running Time: 88 minutes
Cranked Up
Our Score: 2 out of 5 Stars
I kept wondering during “Wolves Against the World,” are these werewolves or wolves? What would the difference be? Being a werewolf is viewed as a curse whereas being a wolf wouldn’t necessarily be viewed as that because you’d be one of a pack. The werewolf/wolf line is a bit blurry in the film, but thankfully as the movie progressed, I settled on wolves. And for that reason, along with a few others, I couldn’t quite get into this movie.
“Wolves Against the World” is the second film in writer/director Quinn Armstrong’s “Fresh Hell Trilogy” anthology. It began with “The Exorcism of Saint Patrick,” an emotionally raw film about the hellish nightmare that conversion therapy and masculinity is. “Wolves Against the World” could be viewed in the same vein, as it’s an emotionally raw film about the hellish nightmare friendship and masculinity can be.
Louis (Michael Kunicki) is a reformed neo-Nazi, with a giant swastika tattoo that he can’t afford to remove. His neo-Nazi ideology was birthed while performing in a terrible black metal band with his best friend, Anders (Quinn Armstrong), along with the steady influence of Helvete (Jordan Mullins). Years later, after the suicide of a bandmate, Louis has left it all behind, but still has that horrific swastika tattoo. In an attempt to get a little cash to pay for its removal, he agrees to reconnect with Anders, who still owes him some doubt from his time in the band, and before you know it, you quickly deduce where this is going.
Basically, Louis used to be a part of a pack, albeit a super racist one. He didn’t necessarily become a lone wolf when breaking off from the pack, but he technically never left. He was friends with Anders before neo-Nazism encompassed the group and became a permanent bedfellow. So in a way, the film is about wolves fighting for dominance within their own pack, conflicting with their love for one another. Which is in line with the emotional commentary of how male friends can become toxic outlets for bigotry, hatred and violent anger. The inability to discuss emotions is also integral to the plot. We saw this in “Lord of Chaos” and I appreciate seeing this more and more in horror. That being said, you kind of piece this all together very early on, which makes you wonder for the rest of the film, why couldn’t they be werewolves?
You have the ingredients for a fantastic werewolf movie with a terrible black metal, a bunch of guys in the woods being douche canoes, and the potential for an unseen power turning men into flesh ravenous predators. But once you understand their wolves, with a few werewolf tropes, it doesn’t have the same bite. None of the characters are that nuanced and they’re bogged down by a non-linear storytelling device that adds nothing to the plot. While I enjoyed the practical effects, gooey blood and emotional story it told, “Wolves Against the World” seems to be against its own tone and story.
