Let’s start with the name of the hero of Wolfcop, a boozing cop in the rustic town of Woodhaven.
It’s Lou Garou. Get it? As in a witty spin on loup garou, the French term for werewolf.
Sadly, the humour doesn’t get a whole lot better than that.
Writer/director Lowell Dean has set himself a very difficult task, blending the genres of horror and comedy in a satisfying way. One can admire the fellow’s ambition while deploring the actual result.
It should be noted that Wolfcop is the debut feature film of an initiative called CineCoup Film Accelerator, a contest of sorts among budding filmmakers that involves crowdsource funding and the winner getting guaranteed distribution through the good people of Cineplex Entertainment.
This sounds like a really great idea and should not be derailed as a result of this initial misfire. Goodness knows Canadian filmmakers can use all the help they can get.
Back (reluctantly) to Wolfcop.
Garou finds himself transformed into a werewolf as the result of a fiendish plot by a group of local shape-shifting occultists who plan to use his blood to ensure their already substantial longevity.
He enlists the help of his loopy pal, a local gun-shop owner named Willie and his straitlaced fellow cop, Tina to get to the bottom of things as a solar eclipse approaches.
If that sounds like a humdinger of a plot, it’s mostly just window-dressing for a story that features loads of f-bombs, gross-out humour and a surfeit of gore.
Leo Fafard is adequate in the lead role, though his hard-drinking and general indolence don’t make him a particularly likeable character. Jonathan Cherry makes the best of his role as Lou’s nutty friend, Willie, and Amy Matysio is nicely understated in a good way as Officer Tina.
The special effects makeup and costuming by credited “monster-maker” Emersen Ziffle is better than average, there’s a pretty decent heavy metal soundtrack that suits the anarchistic tone and the cinematography by Peter La Rocque is much, much better than the film deserves.
The rest is one howlingly bad piece of cinematic dreck, a film that will have the audience wishing for a silver bullet or any other handy means of dispatch to bring this wretchedly conceived horror/comedy hybrid to a quick and merciful end.