The Company of Wolves 1984

Neil Jordan’s flair for the Gothic has taken many forms, including Interview With A Vampire, In Dreams and Byzantium, but his first foray was this adaptation of Angela Carter’s feminist revision of the story of Little Red Riding Hood. An evocation of a teenage girls sexual awakening, The Company of Wolves as a lyrical poetic tone, making the set-pieces, including a skin-wrenching transformation and a marquee function where the guest become wolves, all the more jarring. Surreal touches, like the arrival of Terrance Stamp in a Rolly Royce, seem to evoke Jean Cocteau, but Jordan’s unique hybrid film has a style and bloodlust all of its own.


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