Yet another doolally 80s horror pastiche, WolfCop remembers the rule that some of its predecessors (notably Hobo with a Shotgun) forgot: never let the nastiness outweigh the laughs. And while this tale of an alcoholic Deputy gaining newfound respect for the law when he gets in touch with his inner beast is pretty nasty (foul-mouthed, gory, wilfully sleazy), some great one-liners, snappy montages and the most hilariously awkward sex scene outwith a Stallone picture keep things the right side of grotesque.
Leo Fafard, decidedly lupine even without prosthetics, does well with his dual role – pathetic when the booze is flowing, charismatic when the fur starts flying – and enjoys good chemistry with tinfoil-hat-sporting chum Willie and improbably proportioned barmaid/femme fatale Jessica as they tackle even more improbable organised crime and witchcraft in a sleepy Hicksville town. It’s a bit A-Team, a bit Steven Seagal, kinda MacGyver, and a whole lot of fun. [Chris Fyvie]