Big Bad Wolves

 Quentin Tarantino says Big Bad Wolves is the best movie of 2013.  He is probably the only one who thinks that.  Unless you think that in a year in which cinema reached new heights, that a film about mutilation, rape, and sadism is worth celebrating, I think Tarantino might be exaggerating a little bit.  I actually didn’t find much in Big Bad Wolves to laugh at since it is considered a comedy, as well as a crime, suspense, and horror film.  Maybe Tarantino will remake this film from Israel with a more fluid editing style and better acting; however, on the other hand, Big Bad Wolves is not that creative, apart from the conundrum it seems so excited to offer to the viewer.

 A cop is certain that an accused middle school teacher Dror (Rotem Keinan) has murdered and beheaded a young girl and staged her body to be found in a park.  The policeman uses brute force to try to wrest a confession from the mild mannered teacher. When the incident is displayed on YouTube, he is released from duty.  In the meantime, the father of the murdered girl is desperate to locate his daughter’s missing head so they can bury her properly.  He and the disgraced cop kidnap Dror and torture him until madness ensues and the father has both the cop and accused tied up, then brings out various torture tools.

 In the opening scene, we see Dror being beaten in the face with a large phone book.  That is supposed to be funny or ironic--take your pick--but later, when they drive Dror home after failing to get the result they wanted, he has nothing but a minor nose bleed.  Of course, the blood comes later, but I found it interesting that so much effort went into making the scene so gruesome, but then the phone book lends only a small trickle of blood? I could point to a film like Prisoners that touches on the same subject that this film does, but it’s presented in an entirely better way, surrounded by a much better story; it is often just as gruesome but it’s far more effective.

 Big Bad Wolves is winking to the camera the entire time, and I can just hear Tarantino and those with his sick sense of humor howling with laughter at scenes like the cop escaping but finding only a child’s bicycle to ride on, and the ridiculous ring tones during suspenseful moments.  Mixing that type of insensitive comedy with this subject matter is simply distasteful in my opinion.  There will be those who line up for a film like this to satisfy a violent bone and twisted mind.

 Final Thought – Shameless equals shameful on this one.

Grade D+

By: Dustin Chase