I watched this last night. I think because it stars A-list hotties (ooh, I haven't felt this much heat since Mariah Carey's incendiary performance in `Glitter') Eric Roberts, Louise Lasser and Baywatch's Michael Bergin (it's so nice to see they're working and for these penultimate thespians, the "Home Shopping Network" as well as "QVC", might just be a stretch) and a semblance of what could be argued as being a more, should I say "Klassy" distribution company, the faux gay porn without actual sex factor in this movie is anemically low. Don't look for tighty whities and gym socks here. This is Christopher Street, I mean "Wallstreet" Dammit. Where hunky stockbrokers wear black 2xist knockoffs. * "Leeches" and "Voodoo Academy" serve up more generous portions of post-pubescent pulchritude. Did anyone actually turn into a werewolf in the movie? OH HELL NO! Call for continuity expert! How many days does a full moon usually last? In this movie, the full moon seems to be in phase more than a week. During the ooh so scary transformations, the actors turned away from the camera, and then after poorly edited quick cuts, the "wolves" (or characters who were supposed to have turned into werewolves) would turn back towards the camera looking very "Oooooohhh I'm so maaaaad I could just spit tacks". Then, with their temples decorated with purple marker lines, they would lunge at their victims and give them a hickey. Evidently, the production company here, wasn't about to waste time and an obviously coach class catering budget on special "Werewolf" effects. However, to the movie's credit, the actors were far less Bonnie Bell, pink sparkle-kissy lipped out, than in some of DeCoteau's *other work. Did you ever see the movies "The Howling" or "Silver Bullet" even `Teen Wolf'? Well, in those flicks, the werewolves were pretty nasty ambre's. Not so in this movie. These werewolves were closer to "Miss Jackson if you're nasty". The fembot quotient we've all come to love and expect from a DeCoteau epic, was in full effect, especially at the "Oh thank God this is over...*ahem, cough cough* I mean, is it over already?' climactic showdown when the main character Jeffy lube and his "Happy to be me" girlfriend Annie are you OK, defeat the entire pack of werewolves, by drawing on, ooh, my bad, I mean stabbing them ("take that you you you bitch in cheap shoes! Eeeeumph, I'm, oooooh, ooooh take that"!) with a silver ballpoint pen. I'd still give it 3 out of 5 stars only for the fact that it is a "B" movie and DeCoteau doesn't force the issue that his flicks are anything other and or more than that. If I was to judge this movie strictly against DeCoteau's others, well then it would probably only get 2 out of 5 stars.
Review of Wolves of Wall Street
