Another WolfCop (Monster Fest)
Leo Fafard, Amy Matysio, Jonathan Cherry, Yannick Bisson, Devery Jacobs, Kevin Smith
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…a groovy movie full of guts, gore, and dick jokes…
Following on from 2014’s WolfCop comes another gory slice of lycanthropic lunacy, and why the hell not? Made for a pittance, packed with gross-out gags and homebrew effects and cheerfully willing to drift back and forth over the line of good taste, it’s just the thing for the sort of people who like that sort of thing – which includes us. If you liked the 2014 original, have very expectation of finding a good time here.
The title is the conceit – cursed to transform into a monster on the full moon, boozy ne’er-do-well small town plod Lou Garou (Leo Fafard) fights crime, discovering that having superhuman strength and a full suite of werewolf powers give him a heck of an edge over both criminals and the shape-shifting alien cult who are the real villains of the piece (WolfCop spreads a a wide genre net – just go with it).
The sequel finds Lou still fighting the good fight, much to the consternation of his partner, Sergeant Tina (Amy Matysio), who would rather he lock himself up on the night of the full moon. Of course, there’s a problem only the WolfCop can deal with – shady businessman Swallows (Yannick Bisson, normally being much nicer in Murdoch Mysteries), whose plan to revitalise the local economy by reopening the brewery conceals sinister designs. The plot is actually a lot more sensible than these things generally are, if only by the lights of a fictiontal universe that includes werewolves, aliens, and talking penises.
But is the plot what we’re here for? Hell no! We’re here to see Lou bust up scum like a hairy Robocop, chugging beer and hanging hairy dong (there are a lot of dicks in this thing). Writer and director Lowell Dean takes a shotgun approach to comedy and spectacle, in a similar vein, if not quite tone, to the old Zucker-Abrams-Zucker moves – if something doesn’t land right for you, something else will be along in the next two seconds to earn your approval (unless you have a problem with hairy, cross-species sex scenes, or a sworn officer of the Crown snorting moon dust off a scythe like a furry Tony Montana, in which case, God help you).
What really hits home is how very Canadian the whole thing feels – even American ringer Kevin Smith, here for a cameo as the town mayor, fits the bill, with his avowed love of Canucksploitation and all things Degrassi. There’s a tendency for Anglophone genre fare to shave down their local eccentricities in hopes of cracking the fabled “American Market”. WolfCop has no truck with that sort of nonsense, all but rolling around in a big pile of maple leaves. There’s a lot of hockey, a lot of Canuck slang, and a lot of cultural references that probably go sailing past non-Canadian viewers, but it all adds up to a feeling of cultural authenticity.
That’s important – there’s a voice here; it’s not a willfully bad movie hoping to get by on The Room-style ironic appreciation. WolfCop Part Deux may have been made with limited resources, but it never does less than its best to try and laugh at itself -it’s genuine. It’s a proud little film, and it’s got a lot to be proud of.
Look, when we drill right down to it, Another WolfCop isn’t going to change anyone’s life, and it’s not meant to. It’s a groovy movie full of guts, gore, and dick jokes. It’s briskly paced at 82 minutes and it spends every single of of those minutes trying to entertain you. If you’ve got the right kind of eyes for this sort of thing – and you already know if you do – you’d be insane not to get yourself in front of it.