During the final day of the inaugural Stanley Film Festival, I walked out of Sightseers and quickly made my way to the next big screen. Little did I know that my final movie would be the best I'd seen all weekend.
There could be speculation that this doesn't fall into the horror genre; we're used to blood, demons and puss. But the game is expanding. It's more mental, making skin crawl on an intellectual level using psychological games to ensnare an audience from beginning to end.
Wolves is that kind of tale. It's the story of a father who, with the help of a detective, interrogates a killer regarding the whereabouts of his daughter. Simple enough. Yet Keshales and Papushado construct this narrative in such a poetic and engrossing manner that to take a pee break is impossible.
A mix of family ties, humor, torture and wit Wolves (Official Selection winner at the 2013 Tribeca Film Festival) will not be ignored and I can't wait to see it take the US by storm.