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Jun. 20, 1994: Cinema:Sympathy for the Bedeviled
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
Jun. 20, 1994 The War on Welfare Mothers
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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ARTS & MEDIA/CINEMA, Page 62
Sympathy for the Bedeviled
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<p> Smart, funny, romantic, Wolf is a horror film for grownups
</p>
<p>By Richard Schickel
</p>
<p> The sudden appearance of unsightly body hair aside, there
are, it turns out, certain advantages to lycanthropy,
especially in its early stages. Unnoticed by previous wolfman
epics, they prove useful to Will Randall (Jack Nicholson), an
editor fighting for his professional life, and equally
beneficial to Wolf in establishing a tone--half social satire,
half dark romance--that is unique in the annals of horror
movies.
</p>
<p> What hard-pressed executive would not covet the boons
conferred on the depressed and integrity-ridden Will after he's
nipped on the wrist by a rough beast slouching along a Vermont
roadway? All his senses are suddenly sharpened: he can smell
liquor on a colleague's breath at a dozen paces, overhear
plotting phone calls far down the corridor, even--literally--sniff out his wife's affair with his chief rival (James
Spader). He becomes, you might say, an animal in bed. And he,
naturally, develops a taste for the jugular in matters of
business.
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<p> Still, wolfmen need sympathy. They are, after all,
profoundly victims, since they are usually nice guys who didn't
ask for supernatural powers and take no pleasure in possessing
or being possessed by them. It's Michelle Pfeiffer's task to
provide Will with TLC, and as Laura Alden, his super-rich boss's
daughter, she is tough, patient and fearless when at the end she
must become an especially passionate animal-rights activist.
</p>
<p> But it's Nicholson's transformations that lie at the heart
of the movie's success. This may be slam-dunk casting, demonic
being the thing we most happily pay our money to see him do. But
he calibrates his shifts to the lupine--a cock of the head,
a twitch of the nostril, a panicky glint in the eye--with
delicious subtlety. Mike Nichols, the director, finds all the
right angles to enhance Nicholson's effects, which are wholly a
product of the actor's technique, not a makeup artist's.
</p>
<p> Nichols and the writers (novelist Jim Harrison and Wesley
Strick) are treading a fine high wire; one misstep and off you
tumble into self-satire, the modern horror film's omnipresent
danger. But by provoking authentic laughter with their satirical
thrusts at current corporate styles (Spader is a hilarious model
of yuppie unctuousness), they make sure we are amused often and
always at the right moments. If Nichols had less skill, we
would crack up when the moon is full and Nicholson's stunt
double starts leaping around the countryside, but using low
light and slow motion, the director displays great tact in those
passages.
</p>
<p> There is probably not enough terror in Wolf to satisfy
today's hard-core horror fan--no chain saws or razor-sharp
fingernails--but there is a well-measured sense of pity for
Will. You could, if you wish, find in him a symbol for all kinds
of human bedevilment. Mix that with humor, intelligence and
high-style filmmaking and you have a true summer rarity--a
genre movie for grownups.
</p>
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