A remake in the vein of the 1941 creature feature, The Wolfman is a garish costume drama and ode to the horror films of a long gone era, but with more innards and blood. Forgoing the more contemporary portrayal of the werewolf The Wolfman has Benecio Del Toro (and another) looking like Lon Chaney in the seminal role and while it’s a nice nod its horror forefathers, the werewolf makeup also looks pretty silly. It’s more Jack Nicholson in Wolf, less David Naughton in An American Werewolf in London. Call me crazy, but I like my sufferers of lycanthrope to have a good snout on them, otherwise they just look like really hairy dudes with dog teeth. Del Toro as the lead does dark and brooding quite well, but all semblances of real spookiness and drama are lost as soon as he opens his mouth. Speaking is not his strong point, especially when opposite the precise and elegant elocution of Hugo Weaving, Emily Blunt and Sir Anthony Hopkins. But, the mist saturated English countryside at midnight, the moon lurking through the trees and Weaving’s bit part brilliantly executed almost make up for the lack of chemistry between Del Toro and Blunt and his propensity to make trite dialogue intolerable. No less cheesy than the original, The Wolfman is gory, silly fun.