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Writer's pictureDan Brooks

"Wolfs (2024): Pitt and Clooney Bring the Charm, but Where’s the Bite?"

Two rival fixers cross paths when they're both called in to help cover up a prominent New York official's misstep. Over one explosive night, they'll have to set aside their petty grievances and their egos to finish the job.




So, there I was, sitting with popcorn in hand, watching Wolfs, the latest film starring Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Amy Ryan, and Austin Abrams. And you know what I was thinking? "Huh. This could be something." I mean, you’ve got Brad "I Don’t Miss" Pitt and George "Mr. Silver Fox" Clooney—two dudes who could sell me insurance I don’t need. This duo’s been rocking our screens since the early 2000s, and, honestly, with their off-screen bromance, they’re basically the Hollywood version of peanut butter and jelly. This should be easy, right? Like clockwork. Hit play, roll credits, everyone happy.


Not so fast.

Let's break this baby down. Wolfs—no, not wolves with an "e," as in "the furry creatures you avoid camping with." Nope, this is about human wolves. You know, those slick, urban fixers who get called in to clean up after the rich and powerful royally screw the pooch. (That was figurative, by the way—don't panic.) Pitt and Clooney are rival fixers, called in to deal with some mysterious misstep made by a prominent New York official. So basically, it’s another Thursday in New York City.


These two "wolves" circle each other like boxers in a ring—well-dressed, handsome boxers who probably smell like whiskey and success—and over the course of one explosive night (because of course it's just one night), they’ve got to set aside their petty grievances and egos.


Now, let me tell you, the banter between Pitt and Clooney is easily the best part of the movie. It’s the kind of witty back-and-forth that makes you think, “These guys must be friends in real life.” And guess what? They are! No surprise there; they’ve been bromancing their way through Hollywood for years, and their chemistry is like a finely aged whiskey—smooth, but with a bit of a burn. This is their sixth film together. Six! If Hollywood was high school, these two would be the cool seniors you desperately wanted to sit with at lunch. This is like a modern-day Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, except with less horseback riding and more sarcasm.


Amy Ryan? Underappreciated gem. Let’s just say, if Hollywood was a poker game, she’s that ace up the sleeve everyone forgets about until she throws it down and wins the pot. Her scenes? She gives Pitt and Clooney a run for their money, which, let’s be honest, they have a lot of.


Austin Abrams? Oh, sweet, innocent Austin Abrams. The kid’s got chops, but when you're standing next to Clooney and Pitt, you're basically a glorified extra. It's like bringing a sparkler to a fireworks display.


What I Liked:

First off, Brad Pitt. I don't know if it's a cosmic rule, but this man just doesn’t make bad movies. Clooney, on the other hand, has a couple of stinkers (Batman & Robin, anyone?), but Pitt? Dude’s batting a thousand. I mean, does he even get scripts for bad movies? Or does the universe just shield him from mediocre content? Every time Pitt is on screen, I’m locked in. The man’s charisma is like gravity.


The banter between Pitt and Clooney is a blast. It’s that playful, sarcastic jabbing that only works because you know they’re actually buddies off-set. It’s like watching two brothers who’ve known each other for years but still can’t stop one-upping each other.


And honestly, the movie is fun. Like, all the way through. The vibe is slick, cool, and it doesn’t take itself too seriously. It’s the kind of film that’ll make you smirk and go, “Yeah, that’s pretty clever.” Plus, the "fixer" concept is always juicy. There’s something deeply satisfying about watching two pros clean up a mess with style. You know, like a mob hit, but with fewer cement shoes and more high-end cocktails.


What I Disliked:

But (and this is a big “but,” like Kardashian-level big) Wolfs has a serious pacing problem. Look, I didn’t walk into this movie expecting Mad Max levels of action, but dear sweet cinema gods, could we pick up the pace just a little? The first hour felt like a slow dance at a junior prom—awkward, too long, and you’re just hoping someone spikes the punch to make things interesting.


Also, can we talk about the lack of action? I’m not saying I needed car chases every 10 minutes, but when you market a movie as "explosive," I’m gonna need a little more bang for my buck. Don’t get me wrong—the action we do get is solid, but it's like having one bite of a chocolate cake when you were promised the whole thing. I'm not asking for a Michael Bay explosion extravaganza, but a little more heat would've been nice.


Final Thoughts:

If you’re looking for a fun ride with two Hollywood titans who have more chemistry than a high school science lab, Wolfs will deliver. It’s got style, it’s got wit, and Pitt and Clooney’s banter alone is worth the price of admission. Just don’t expect it to move at a breakneck speed, and prepare yourself for a movie that teases you with action rather than going full throttle.


Let’s just say, it’s a fun night in the city, but if they’re aiming for Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid greatness, they fell short by a couple of miles. Still, you can’t hate on a film that lets Brad and George do their thing. And in the grand scheme of their careers, this one’s not a dud.


Final Rating: 7.0/10

It’s good, not great, but hey, it’s Brad Pitt—so it’s always worth watching.



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