Directed by Lowell Dean
Deputy Lou Garou is an alcoholic waste of a cop. Patrolling the crime-ridden Canadian town of Woodhaven, he will overlook a public beating if it means getting him to the bar faster. Then, one night he’s attacked by some mysterious figures in the woods. Soon he is reborn as the avenging hero WolfCop — like RoboCop but with less metal and more hair. In his quest to clean up the streets, he must battle a group of occult shape shifters who need his blood to live.
At a lean 78 minutes, WolfCop plays like an extended trailer. Little time is spared for character and the plot points are tossed off like used napkins. For most films this would be a negative, but WolfCop understands what people want. Unlike most movies that seek to ape the B-movies of yesteryear, it never feels strained or over-thought. If something doesn’t work, no matter, WolfCop is onto the next scene quickly, never giving the viewer time to get bored.
Filled to the brim with all the blood, vomit and face-ripping one would expect from such a movie, it’s almost like a cultist’s wish list. Is there a wolfmobile? You bet. Wolf sex? Of course. Does WolfCop fire a machine gun? Take a guess. Oh, and like Popeye with Spinach, alcohol makes the WolfCop stronger…don’t know why, just does.
One of the more enjoyable aspects are the decent practical effects, especially in an era where digital is so cheap and easily available to make movies terrible. It is also appreciated that the main character is transformed through Satanic ritual which is dispensed with off-screen, rather than having to sit through another generic scene of a character being stalked through the woods by a werewolf.
Taste for this kind of ridiculousness may vary, though and none of the characters are particularly likable. Most of the big set pieces are very dark to better hide the low budget, but also making your eyes hurt trying to see. Still, it’s easy to tell the writer/director Lowell Dean has a real affinity for these movies and an eye towards making the best version of them. More could be said, but the lesson of WolfCop is the value of terseness. With a title like that, you already know if you want to see it and you already know you won’t be sorry.
7 out of 10 Splats of Blood