IFC Midnight’s low-budget horror movies, so often geared for teenage intellects, will, on rare occasions, bound past their logical antecedent — grindhouse studio American International Pictures — and alight in the neighborhood of Roger Corman’s more illustrious New World Pictures. That is certainly the case with Fritz Böhm’s howlingly good update of lycanthropic lore. It opens on the eternally viperous Brad Dourif as he imparts a bedtime story to an abducted child (Bel Powley) he’s brainwashed into believing that she’s his daughter, and ends by justifying his actions (if not his methodology). A cop (Liv Tyler) discovers the feral teen, and, like unclaimed property left after 90 days, brings her home. There, she is quickly introduced to both hamburgers and porn, the latter courtesy of her new “brother” (Collin Kelly-Sordelet). One quibble: Dourif’s creep-for-hire reputation and Powell’s more-than-passing resemblance to Peter Lorre are murky enough; did cinematographer Toby “Lighting by Duracell” Oliver really need to bathe the she-creature’s climactic run for the Aurora Borealis in tones so inky that her actions are barely perceptible? (2018) — Scott Marks
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