![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
I rewrote my review of "Brotherhood of the Wolf." It's pretty much intact, except for the part where I suppose that the French Film Board mandates that all French movies must have pretentious narration. (Simply not true--I just saw "Triplets of Belleville," and there isn't a word in it.) I kept the word "whore," in this version, for euphonic reasons, but I'll think of an appropriate synonym for when I submit it to Netflix.
With production values far too lush to be a monster movie, and plot elements too ludicrous (secret agent ninja whore working for the pope, anyone?) to be taken seriously, it's hard to know what to make of "Brotherhood of the Wolf." The filmmakers tried to balance swashbuckling, monster hunting, courtly romancing, Native American spirituality slinging, and conspiracy digging and ended up with a movie with at least one or two extra genres and at least 30 extra minutes. Not that it wasn't fun--like its less talented American twin cousin Sleepy Hollow, it is good-looking and entertaining. If you care to spend the time, sit back and enjoy the rich scenery and the flagrantly out-of-place chopsocky.
With production values far too lush to be a monster movie, and plot elements too ludicrous (secret agent ninja whore working for the pope, anyone?) to be taken seriously, it's hard to know what to make of "Brotherhood of the Wolf." The filmmakers tried to balance swashbuckling, monster hunting, courtly romancing, Native American spirituality slinging, and conspiracy digging and ended up with a movie with at least one or two extra genres and at least 30 extra minutes. Not that it wasn't fun--like its less talented American twin cousin Sleepy Hollow, it is good-looking and entertaining. If you care to spend the time, sit back and enjoy the rich scenery and the flagrantly out-of-place chopsocky.
no subject