Young girls have gone missing. Some are found dead. Some remain whereabouts unknown.
When an overeager cop and his overzealous paid thugs are filmed over-asking (i.e. Beating shit out of a suspect) and the vision goes viral, the cop is publicly shamed and ultimately sacked, and the suspect – a meek school teacher – is released back into society.
The public thinks teacher is probably guilty. The now ex-cop is positive that the teacher did it. But the botch job of an interview puts paid to further investigation.
Unless new evidence comes to light, the teacher is in the clear…
Unless…
…
Unless that is, someone can grab a few minutes alone with the suspect to pose some queries. Really get to share some quality alone time.
Not surprisingly the ex-cop wants in, as does the father of one of the girls, and when you have two distinct sides both refusing to budge from their contrasting opinions, it is inevitable that something must be done to break the deadlock.
The ‘something’ is central to the film, but like a couple married fifty years discussing their sex life it seems perfunctory. They talk about it. Talk about it. And talk about it. When they eventually do it, it’s more about going through the motions than rocking the Casbah.
Maybe I’m immune to the impact of blood and constant intimidation. Maybe it has been overdone and the impact is dulled. Big Bad Wolves is better than most ‘shock’ films built around a single hook, but not much. Frankly the stream of constant threats and occasional physical violence grow tiresome.
As a low budget black comedy it isn’t that funny, despite the small talk and occasional jokes. As a torture porn film it is both extremely late to the party and incapable of introducing new scares. The film does build some tension in some sequences though, and for that I will give it some credit, if not my hearty recommendation.
Final Rating – 7 / 10. Big Bad Wolves huff and puff, but they will not blow your house down.
