It’s a minor miracle that Wolfs manages to be entertaining, with the film being couched in clichés and well-trodden ground from the thriller genre. Anyone accustomed to crime capers of this kind will quickly recognise that this experience is far from original, but almost in spite of itself it manages to be faintly thrilling. This is in large part thanks to the dual leading performances from Brad Pitt and George Clooney, who are by no means offered nuanced roles, but whose talent rises above the middling lines they’re given to allow them to endear themselves to us.
After a freak accident in a hotel room leads to the death of a young man (Austin Abrams) who may or may not have been a prostitute (a point continuously mined for humour throughout Wolfs), Margaret (Amy Ryan), who shared her room — and bed — with the deceased, is desperate to have his body concealed. A scandal like this will surely dissolve her campaign to become district attorney, so she enlists the help of a professional fixer, Jack (Clooney). Unbeknownst to her, a hidden camera…
