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Director Jon Wattsâ latest non-franchise directorial effort, might just be the most low-profile high-profile movie of the year. On paper, it has everything: George Clooney and Brad Pitt â two of a fading breed of megastars from Hollywoodâs golden age of marquee names, who once made us believe that no matter what they were in, weâd buy a ticket just to watch them â share the screen in a quirky caper about professional fixers tasked with cleaning up a botched rendezvous in New York. Yet, much like its aging protagonists, Wolfs feels a little creaky and self-aware. The film leans heavily on the nostalgia of its stars, and while thatâs no minor currency, the result feels more like a laid-back joyride than anything truly gripping.
For those expecting something as zippy and sharp as the Oceanâs franchise, Wolfs starts off in that direction but ultimately takes a slower, more meandering path. Clooney and Pitt play two unnamed fixers (though letâs be real, theyâre playing themselves) called in by separate clients to handle the fallout of a very messy evening. Amy Ryan is a politician in the midst of an election campaign, who accidentally finds herself with a dead lover and calls Clooney for help. Pitt, hired by the hotelâs owner to keep things quiet, soon arrives, leading to the inevitable: two rival professionals, each touting, âThereâs nobody who can do what I doâ, forced to work together.
Wolfs (English)
Director: Jon Watts
Cast: Heorge Clooney, Brad Pitt, Amy Ryan, Austin Abrams, Poorna Jagannathan
Runtime: 108 minutes
Storyline: Hired to cover up a high-profile crime, a fixer soon finds his night spiralling out of control when heâs forced to work with an unexpected counterpart
The film leans heavily into their chemistry, which thankfully still has its fair share of spark since their last shared outing in Burn After Reading. Clooney plays it smooth, a relaxed confidence that borders on nonchalance, while Pitt, ever the cheeky counter, hams it up with a sort of scruffy charm. The two riff off each other like two grumpy old men who canât quite recall why theyâre bickering in the first place and itâs this Butch and Sundance-like banter thatâs the heartbeat of the film, though with a few more groans over bad backs and aching knees. The problem, however, is that beyond their camaraderie, Wolfs offers little to elevate itself above those which preceded it.
Beneath the surface, Wolfs feels more like an excuse to revel in their chemistry than a fully-fledged story. Watts, who previously helmed the web-slinging trilogy of Marvelâs Spiderman, seems content to let the Clooney-Pitt duo carry the film, relying on their charisma to mask the thinness of the plot. And for a while, it works. Youâll find yourself smiling at Clooneyâs smirking self-assuredness and Pittâs goofy bravado.
But the film never fully sheds its reliance on its leads and functions as a love letter to the era when star power could sell a film on its own. Clooney and Pitt are some of the last actors who can still command attention with little more than their names above the title. And yet, even that kind of wattage isnât enough to guarantee market success. Once, this pairing would have been an event; now, itâs just another option in your queue.
The real surprise here isnât Pitt and Clooney, though their self-deprecating takes on their twilight years do provide some chuckles. Itâs Austin Abrams as âthe Kid,â the not-quite-dead lover who awakens mid-movie and transforms the plot from a buddy comedy into a frenetic chase across the city. Abrams plays the quintessential motormouth, injecting a shot of drug-laced energy into the film just when it starts to sag. His kinetic monologue, full of nervy, semi-coherent explanations about how he got mixed up in drugs and mobsters, is one of the filmâs true highlights and he manages to outshine his veteran co-stars, at least for a few key scenes.
Watts also seems to revel in genre homage. The film tips its hat to Pulp Fiction, with a not-so-subtle nod to Harvey Keitel in its grammatically incorrect title, and sprinkles in everything from MacGuffins in bags to POV shots from the trunk of a car. Yet none of this coheres into something greater… perhaps that was never its intention to begin with.
In the end, Wolfs coasts by on charisma rather than craft. Itâs fun, occasionally clever, and oh, so smooth, but itâs not particularly memorable. Will you remember the plot? Probably not. Will you enjoy spending two hours in the company of Clooney and Pitt? Absolutely. After all, there is nobody that can do what they can do.
Wolfs is currently streaming on Apple TV
Published – September 26, 2024 05:16 pm IST
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