Movies
[Fantastic Fest Review] ‘Another WolfCop’ is Even Better Than the First!
Writer/director Lowell Dean’s WolfCop (our review) was the surprise hit of 2014, earning positive reviews and positive word-of-mouth from audiences. It was a serviceable film that spent a little too long on its origin story, giving us plenty of Lou Garou (Leo Fafard) and not enough of the titular lycanthropic law enforcement officer. Dean has returned to gift us with Another WolfCop, a sequel that improves upon the original in nearly every way. It amps up the humor and the gore, making for a wholly satisfying midnight movie experience.
When we last saw alcoholic police officer-turned-werewolf Lou Garou he had just defeated a gang of evil reptilian shapeshifters that secretly ran the quite town of Woodhaven. Now he and his former partner-turned-chief Tina (Amy Matysio) must face a new form of evil in the form of billionaire Stanley Swallows (Yannick Bisson). When Swallows announces that he is reopening the local brewery to produce Chicken Milk Stout (as well as gifting the town with their own hockey team), the town rejoices. Something is fishy with Swallows’s plan though, and without going too much into spoilers, mysterious things begin happening in the vicinity of the brewery.
Another WolfCop benefits from not having to spend so much of its brief 82-minute runtime on an origin story. The film opens in media res during a car chase being led by WolfCop and the action rarely lets up. When it does, the jokes come fast and furious and most of them land (the biggest exception being a recurring gag involving an anthropomorphic phallus that wears out its welcome pretty early on). The film ditches any attempt at horror, going for a pure comedy film this time around. There are jokes in here for everyone (my personal favorite was the local strip club being named “Club Phuque”), ranging from the tasteful to the repulsive (I mean that in a good way).
Fafard is as entertaining as ever and he is surprisingly game for all of the ridiculous antics that Garou gets himself into (there is a sex scene that has to be seen to be believed). Matysio is equally committed as the straight-laced Tina. Supporting turns are impressive as well, with a brief cameo from Kevin Smith even pulling in a few laughs, though he does feel out of place in the film.
WolfCop may be the star of the movie, but second place goes to the makeup department for their spectacular practical effects. For a low-budget film, the things they’re able to pull off is nothing short of remarkable. This shouldn’t come as a surprise considering the first film also featured top-notch practical effects, but it’s refreshing to see the trend continued here.
Your tolerance for Another WolfCop will really depend on how much you enjoy ridiculousness. There’s nothing classy about the film. In fact, it revels in its depravity, but would you have it any other way? It’s a movie about an alcoholic werewolf cop with an enormous penis who must go toe-to-toe with a nefarious beer-making billionaire. It is essentially more of the same, but the execution is better. Let’s be honest though, you pretty much know if you’re going to enjoy Another WolfCop before you go into it.
The credits promise that Garou will return in WolfCop III, and I for one cannot wait. Another WolfCop isn’t high art. It’s just a fun, gory and hilarious midnight movie that will scratch your itch for camp. If you enjoyed the first WolfCop, you’ll most certainly love the sequel!

Editorials
André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies
In this day and age, the word “troll” is often used to describe various online nuisances. Yet as abundant and irksome as the modern troll can be, they aren’t usually as fearsome as their mythological counterparts. I’m not talking about the small and gentler versions that have become more common to see in media. No, there are much bigger and scarier trolls out there—and André Øvredal’s movie Troll Hunter is one of the best places to find them.
It doesn’t take long for Troll Hunter (or Trolljegeren) to dump the Blair Witch Project-esque setup and aim for something a lot fresher. The trajectory of the story is augmented by Otto Jespersen’s character Hans, the titular Troll Hunter. The second he comes barreling out of the deep, dark woods and shouts “troll” at the camera, this movie takes a turn into what feels like uncharted territory. Not only subject-wise, but also conceptually.
For fantastical and made-up subject matter in cinema, found footage is a fast way to add a guise of believability. After all, what we accept to be the most crucial aspect of documentaries—the truth—rubs off on pseudo-documentaries, despite our understanding of the pretense involved. That is what Øvredal delivered with Troll Hunter: a movie so convincing that some viewers wondered if trolls really do exist. So, had this been straightforwardly made, it likely wouldn’t have been as effective. Conventional narratives would be more inclined to treat something like trolls as flat out unreal, and never try to convince the audience to think otherwise.

Hans petrifies the three-headed Tusseladd troll.
The viewers, like the characters trailing Hans, are quickly thrown into the deeper end of that extraordinary story. They have to process all this new information while staying on the go. So, although there is no significant amount of meandering, narratively or physically, there is still a good amount of atmosphere, not to mention tension building. It’s never anything frightful, but then again, Troll Hunter isn’t your standard offering of horror; it’s more on the low end of the dark fantasy spectrum. We aren’t ever spirited away to a faraway world—we stay in rather familiar surroundings, as well as dip into those less so. The outcome is a movie where you’re constantly more in awe than in terror.
As fantasy fiction might do, Troll Hunter prefers not to deal with incredulity. There is no time to waste on doubt, as interviewer Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), soundperson Johanna (Johanna Mørck), and cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen) all follow Hans around, recording whatever this character is willing to reveal about his bizarre job. Of course, the Troll Hunter himself is not an open book; in that respect, the diegetic documentary fails to fully capture and unpack the more interesting of its two subjects. Yes, all those giant, monstrous trolls are indeed incredible, but understandably, your mind wanders to their pursuer. What kind of person signs up for this gig and then chooses to stick with it for so long?
Reviews have called out Troll Hunter for its lack of character development. In regard to Thomas and his fellow documentarians, that criticism is valid, but bear in mind, they aren’t the focus of the story, either. Meanwhile, Hans is a well-crafted character. At least better than first realized. Before he was introduced, Hans had already grown tired of the troll grind. Fed up with that low compensation for his services, resentful of the bureaucracy, and wanting to expose his employer on a large scale, Hans’ discontent is glaring.
Then there are those finer details about the Troll Hunter, such as that indifference to both the natural splendor of his everyday surroundings and the affections of an obviously smitten colleague, that also suggest some level of despondency. So it is fair to say this movie doesn’t feature any sizable growth for its characters; however, the namesake isn’t underwritten. No doubt, putting a real-life character like Otto Jespersen in that role is partly why Hans is so fascinating—maybe even relatable.

Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.
There is always a small risk whenever using the term “mockumentary” to describe a found-footage movie, as the word could imply humor where there is none. In the case of Troll Hunter, the term’s usage is appropriate. Some folks have claimed the English-dubbed version has the more comedic tone, however, the Norwegian cut isn’t exactly humorless. Apart from the trolls’ absurd appearances, this is a movie where the characters nearly choke on the monsters’ farts, and Christians are like walking targets. Hans’ complete apathy towards everything is another cause of laughter. Overall, the comedy is intentionally dry and inconsistent. Unfunny, though? Absolutely not.
In a movie where endemic creatures are maltreated, as well as disavowed from living freely and peacefully, it’s hard not to notice the ecological message buried beneath the story. In addition to that is the unmistakable political satire. There is this whole business about intrusive and unsightly power lines—like trolls, they’re big blemishes on the land—that leads to what is perhaps the movie’s funniest moment. The scene in question is that one where certain electric lines, the ones secretly being used to keep the trolls at bay, go in a loop and don’t actually send power to any residents. Yet the monitors of said lines don’t find this at all weird. So it stands to reason that Øvredal was having a go at those who accept the government’s doings without question.
Looking past the fact that trolls aren’t actually real, this movie is an enlightening source of information. And not just for international audiences; Norwegians, too, get schooled about their homeland’s own mythology. It’s also evident from everything on screen that Øvredal and his crew were enthusiastic about the topic. The creature designs are the most indicative of that zeal; those imaginative yet myth-accurate manifestations are equally amusing and grotesque. One second you’re laughing at their phallic noses, the next you’re white-knuckling during a hairy sequence. Most surprisingly is how well the trolls’ visual effects hold up after fifteen years. It’s not all spotless, but on the whole, they remain impressive.
Vouching for a mockumentary about trolls isn’t easy, but those who do come around and give it a shot will more than likely be grateful for the recommendation. For Troll Hunter is a real find in that vast and varied genre we call “found footage“.

A bridge troll reaches up for food and finds Hans decked out in armor.
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