The credits and opening shot-plus-filter make you think you’re getting Grindhouse, but once the title appears, that train leaves the station becoming something else entirely. In fact, up until Lou Garou (clever, right?) becomes the Wolfcop, the movie is mostly uninteresting. 190 more words
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I hate being scared.
But I looooove being scared.
I realize that makes no sense. But let me take you back for a few moments, if I may, to my childhood, where my love of freaky movies began. 1,213 more words