With my current schedule being filled to the point that I’ve more than slipped away from my reviewing process, it’s nice to come back and enjoy the soothing nature of the wordsmith. Rather it be tearing into an old Ulli Lommel vehicle (see Tranny Trash #2) or verbally caressing a modern masterpiece such as Deadgirl, it is simply a pleasure to sit down and let the thoughts flow. By far my favorite form of such leisure is the careful critique of a good, dumb little slice of horror entertainment. Ladies and gentlemen, Joe Johnston’s The Wolfman.
