As a child, I loved social deduction games mafia and Heads Up Seven Up. I think I learned early in life that I not only enjoyed reading people, but that I actually thrived at it. To give you an idea, I played a Jackbox I played a game with a group of friends who know each other better than most of them, and I still came out on top in a personality test mini-game where we had to assign traits to the players. I damn it thrive in an environment where I can have someone examine what would make a game Werewolves inside an eye-catcher for me. The thing is, I haven’t played it, but I saw a great movie based on it.
Werewolves inside is somehow similar Notice (one of the greatest films of all time) as it addresses both the mysterious aspect of trying to solve a crime and the fact that its premise is inherently confusing and should be taken lightly. Werewolves inside He then lines up and unleashes a line-up of killer talent like Sam Richardson, Milana Vaintrub, Harvey Guillén and even Broadway’s Cheyenne Jackson Fargo-like community that, as you guessed it, is torn apart by a werewolf. Adaptations of games often stumble over themselves when they try to make the connections to their original forms clear, but Werewolves inside (which may contain a number of references that I just don’t understand) feels like the most straightforward of the lot, instead opting to elevate the game’s premise by making it both a comedy and a crime thriller. The result is an objectively entertaining film that you can enjoy with or without the knowledge that it is an adaptation of a video game, which should really be the goal of most of these films. – Moises Taveras
