“Wolves at the Door” Review ✦✦✧✧✧

23 March, 2017

Director: John R. Leonetti
Screenwriter: Gary Dauberman
Director of Photography: Michael St. Hilaire
Adam Campbell, Elizabeth Henstridge, Jane Kaczmarek

Synopsis:  Based on the infamous Manson Family Murders, Wolves at the Door recounts the tale of a violent tragedy shared between four friends who gather together for a farewell party only to become the victims of a sick and twisted night of terror.

Wolves at the Door Review:

A straw-clutching invasion thriller based on a murder case that viewers have spent the past fifty years trying to forget, “Wolves at the Door” is yet another nebulous revival movie with little to say about the evil behind a headline-grabbing night of butchery. Envisioned as a pointless slice ‘em and dice ’em picture but built on an erroneous kind of exploitation, the movie finds nothing of substance within its depraved story as producers snoop around in unwelcome territory while attempting to fashion another mindless slasher out of cold-blooded slaughter.

Despite the conceptual proficiency of director John R. Leonetti, who finds neat ways to frame terror inside the hallways of a Hollywood home, “Wolves at the Door” chooses inflection over impetus in a movie that would be a more permissible state of affairs had the creators chosen to tweak the names of the victims. Green-lighting a story that couldn’t be more grotesque in its original format, the makers arrange a crass revival piece, leaving everything from Tate’s pregnancy to Folger and Wojciech’s romance for viewers to unfairly judge before their lives are violently stolen from them at the hands of the Manson Family.

Established through error with an opening title card referencing a period two years prior to the real life events, “Wolves at the Door” finds little reason to improve on its initial blunder as the makers rely on the falsification of history to carry their misguided objectives. Irrefutably made in bad taste, the film reuses the ‘pig’ motif for its own purpose, proudly scrawling blood-soaked words across doors with little care for their odious meaning within the movie’s context. In fact, the set-up feels far from shocking as lifeless bodies slump into silence while Leonetti gives us little reason to care about the real life murder victims; a cruelty that becomes almost impossible to rectify once the horrors are revealed.


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