Review – Wolf

What a thoroughly modern werewolf we have on our hands here. Jack Nicholson plays a book editor suffering from a serious case of the mid-life-phased-out-at-work-and-cuckolded-at-home blues. Fortunately for him, he gets bit by a werewolf and ends up with a serious case of lycanthropy. In high men’s movement style, the process of getting back in touch with the beast within empowers our aging hero to triumph at work, dump his cheating spouse and go after the enigmatic daughter (Michelle Pfeiffer) of his boss. He’d really have it made if only he hadn’t bit his young rival from the office. As much as I generally like werewolf movies, this one simply had too much mid-life-crisis nonsense in it. If they’d just dropped the pop psychology and let Nicholson transform and chew the scenery at will, this might have been a much better movie. Mildly amusing