The basic premise of this movie had potential: a supernatural being coincidentally finds a young woman who is a doppleganger for his dead soul mate. He pursues her, destroying those around her, in the quest to reunite with her. But wait - someone has already done that - it was called "Bram Stoker's Dracula", and Francis Coppola already did that about fifteen years ago. But OK, let's go with it. Same basic premise, but in this case, it's a werewolf instead of a vampire, and it's in Canada instead of England. OK, OK, I'm down with that. The werewolf guy is hot, the girl is pretty, she's got an annoying brother and the chicken delivery guy is hot for her... OK, forget it. It's a freaking mess. This movie is all about kicking butt and gory meat bag explosions. There's no heart to it at all. Next time, do yourself a favor - if Kevin Sorbo is in the cast, take a pass.
Review of Never Cry Werewolf
