Wolfs (2024)
Apple Plus
4/5
We start in pitch black, and hysterical profanity: District Attorney Margaret (Amy Ryan) is in a panic. She’s in a swanky New York City hotel room with a guy who is very young, and very dead. She happens to have a number, given to her by a friend, for a fixer who specializes in making all traces of career-ending messes like this disappear. The fixer (George Clooney) shows up and begins his process. But then a second fixer (Brad Pitt) shows up.
Clooney is the older veteran, proud of his status as the only guy in town who can fix this type of situation. Pitt is the cooler, younger version who also thinks he’s the only guy in town in this business. Clooney thinks Pitt must be an untalented pretender. Pitt is skeptical of what he figures is Clooney’s outdated, old school methods. Oil and water. Night and day. Fire and ice. They don’t like each other, but both are too professional, and proud, to back down and leave it to the other guy.
As you can imagine, this is just the start of the obstacles they’ll need to hurdle on this cold, snowy New York City night. Clooney and Pitt become reluctant partners as they try to cover their tracks, sort out through the complications, and slowly peel back the clues that reveal how they have more in common than they’d have liked.
Pure fun. Clooney and Pitt are charming and likable, each in his own way. We root for them, even though they’re bad guys who, in a perfectly moral universe, we should not admire. They’re comfortable in their characters, each sublimely calibrated to his own scruffy persona. As they finally puzzle through what really brought them together, writer/director Jon Watts had the good sense not to destroy the vibe by turning this into a mushy, all-out buddy movie.
At the expense of spoiling what is actually not much of a surprise, mention must also be made of Austin Abrams as The Kid. Oh gosh, that scene where he explains how he got into that mess: just an amazing, breathless, full-throttle one-take. And then there’s all the running through hallways, a closed mall, and snowy NYC streets. In his undies.
Extra points if you get the homage in the final frame to an even more exuberant and unabashed buddy movie.