Lawrence Talbot's childhood ended the night his mother died. His father sent him from the sleepy Victorian hamlet of Blackmoor to an insane asylum, then he goes to America. When his brother's fiancée, Gwen Conliffe, tracks him down to help find her missing love, Talbot returns to his father's estate to learn that his brother's mauled body has been found. Reunited with his estranged father, Lawrence sets out to find his brother's killer... and discovers a horrifying destiny for himself. Someone or something with brute strength and insatiable blood lust has been killing the villagers, and a suspicious Scotland Yard inspector named Aberline comes to investigate. Written by
When Lawrence Talbot is walking back to Talbot Hall, he passes a tablet that states it is 16 miles to Blackmoor. In 1891, the metric system was not yet popular in Europe. Even in 2014, much of Britain still holds out on the metric system in favour of imperial measurements (miles, yards etc.) for distances. See more »
A confused and trite waste of time. Is it a Gothic drama? Is it a gore-laden jumper? Is it a comedy? How the heck do great actors end up in garbage like this? A by-the-numbers Hollywood "horror"--as in horrible script, horrible pacing, horrible rip off of the music from Bram Stoker's Dracula. It's like the entire movie is all window dressing with nothing inside. Just because the actors furrow their brows doesn't mean there is any emotional connection between the audience and the characters. Like several IMDb reviewers have written: Stick with American Werewolf in London. Okay, I do admit two things, 1) The movie looks great, and 2) It's now part of my regular rotation of fun stupid movies to put on in the background.
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