A movie about yuppie werewolves ... hmm, sounds interesting. Kind of like American Psycho, but with lycanthropes. Yeah, that could work! And what a cool metaphor! Here we follow the story of a young man who travels to Wall Street in search of a job as a stockbroker, but due to his lack of experience can only get offered secretarial jobs. That is, until he meets a gorgeous girl in a bar who puts him in touch with the local "Wolf Brothers" branch. He quickly gets excepted into the 'pack', which is seemingly populated by your standard dashing, egocentric Wall Street types (who all appear to be closet homosexuals as well). And as it turns out, this business may be even more dangerous and bloodthirsty than people say ...The script is pretty smart in places, and the performances are all quite good, particularly from Eric Roberts, the most famous and experienced member of the cast. It's a good play on the whole genre of movies like "The Firm" or "Boiler Room", with a werewolf twist. David DeCoteau has an interesting style of directing, which involves cutting and splicing moments from important scenes all over the movie, with a kind of hip soundtrack going on at the same time.So what's wrong with it? Well, there's just one thing really -- it's not really a werewolf movie. Don't get me wrong, it has silver bullets and full moons and gruesome murders and everything. But where are the werewolves? Nowhere in sight, I'm afraid! It could have been a pretty cool werewolf movie, if they'd just bothered with some actual transformations. Bah, never mind.As it stands, it's not a bad movie, but it's not a particularly good one either. You might give it a look if you get the chance, but you probably don't want to go out of your way.

Of course the metaphor of stockbrokers being akin to bloodthirsty werewolves hunting in packs in trite, but having said that this is by far DeCoteau's most professionally executed film. Lots of reasonably vibrant location footage from Lower Manhattan, really good acting (quite a shock after some of DeCoteau's earlier efforts!), but the sex is less titillating than in some of his old stuff. The homosexual flirt is always at the core of a DeCoteau film and naked male flesh often seems to be the whole point of them. Not quite so here, which is why many might want to opt for a less idiosyncratic form of slasher movie.

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.

Anyone who's portfolio has plummeted this past few years should enjoy this movie if they're into metaphors. It's all about stockbrokers acting as predators, rampaging in a pack to ensnare unsuspecting investors.I'm all in favor of a "Ripped-from-the Headlines" opus but it's too bad the filmmakers don't have a better vehicle than this rickety contraption with its low production values and stilted dialogue.Into the brokerage house of Woolf Brothers comes Jeff Allen, just out of business school with a dufflebag full of suits and no experience. Surprisingly, he qualifies to gain access to the Woolf's lair and adopts the firm's highly touted instinct to "focus, seek and attack." Sooner than it takes to say:"Look, there's another full moon" Jeff has acquired a taste for lots of purchasing orders and raw red meat.I think there was an opportunity here to develop a stronger storyline -- even a fun comedy -- but director David DeCoteau seems not to have risen above the mundane. Seen at the 2003 American Film Market in Santa Monica.