This posh, but pointless reboot of the old horror chestnut is only distinguished by negatives: the alarmingly awful hair style Benicio Del Toro sports even before he goes lycanthropic; Joe Johnston's megging which aims for a swooning manner but settles for sleepy; an entire cast that characterizes by whispering all the dialogue; rubbery CGI effects that make the werewolf’s fights & flights of fancy laughable; and a dash thru an oversized pane-glass window that looks lifted from THE WIZARD OF OZ/’39. Well, you can always think up silly limericks while the film unspools.
There once was a human lupine.
Who feared the full moon more than wine.
He maimed and he slayed,
And he almost got laid,
But he found his life less than divine.
Or, as the film so eloquently puts it, ‘Ooooooooooooooooooo."