So…watching Wolfman tonight. Trying to reconcile what looked to have the potential to be the worst movie of the year, with the fact that it has so many brilliant actors in it. And despite a debonair performance from Hugo Weaving, it may just be the worst movie ever. Which is saying a lot, because there are a lot of movies out there with Nicolas Cage in them. Laughable storyline, awkward direction, and a giant cheese factor without the benefit of the redeeming fun factor some cheesey movies seem to have. (Like dear sweet, awesome Tremors.) Oh, and the Oedipus ‘metaphor’ was so thinly veiled that it was embarrassing. Maybe if it was 1983…and I liked made-for-tv movies, it would impress me; but…it’s not, and I don’t, so…it doesn’t.

But I kept watching. Why? Because Danny Elfman’s score was so captivating. It gave the movie a presence and a captivation that it completely did not deserve. And once again, I was reminded of the power of music. If a couple notes strung together over some rhythm can make Benicio Del Toro’s and Anthony Hopkins’ (who are both usually quite splendid, mind you) motion-captured bodies cartoon-ized into wolves while they run up and down walls (little known fact about werewolves, they can also scale walls like spiders…?? I guess??) actually somewhat watchable, imagine what it can do when under-scoring something good. Such as, lyrics directed towards a huge and yet somehow still loving God. Not that we don’t know that, but sometimes it takes a little Danny Elfman (and werewolves, oddly enough) to focus my mind to that fact again.


P.S. Oh, and if you think I’m making fun of those poor, innocent actors and movie-makers too much……well, bottom line is that I had my guitar sitting right next to me tonight and I chose to watch Wolfman instead. So…the real loser here is……