“Wolves of War” is a straight-up WWII B-movie, leaning towards C.
A semi-sensible “secret mission” thriller, it sends a bunch of British paratroopers — accompanied by a young scientist (Jackson Bews) — in search of a researcher who’s been living in Germany for decades, working on nuclear physics, aka The Bomb.
The film’s a grab bag of WWII movie cliches — a “drop” mission gone wrong, a bit of noble sacrifice here, a little executing Nazi militiamen there. Plenty of shooting, which is what we came here for, right? That, and a little “moral of the story” profundity.
“There’s this old saying that there are two wolves fighting inside all of us. One good, one bad. And the wolf that wins is the one we feed the most.”
Ed Westwick is Jack Wallace, a father who reads a bedtime story to his little girl one night in 1939, and now — five years later — is still fighting, second or third in command of this mission “a thousand miles from” the front lines (nobody knows geography any more), somewhere in Bavaria.
Matt Willis is Captain Norwood, ruthlessly focused and on-task. There’s also an Irish sharpshooter (Sam Gittins).
The father and the captain have their battle of conscience. A skinny Nazi commander (Max Themak) hunts them without mercy.
The screwy bit is that the scientist collaborating with the Nazis is an American (Rupert Graves). At no point does anybody question his actions or patriotism. They choose to treat this 20 year collaboration as a “rescue” mission, and the scientist and his daughter (Anastasia Martin) go along like good little von Brauns.
I kept waiting for the local militia, with their twisted swastikas, to turn out to be zombies or something. Alas, no “Overlord” laughs here.
The action’s decent enough, if plainly shot on a tiny budget. The script? Whew.
Rating: unrated, violence
Cast: Ed Westwick, Sam Gittins, Matt Willis, Jackson Bews, Éva Magyar, Max Themak, Jack Parr, Anastasia Martin and Rupert Graves
Credits: Directed by Giles Alderson, scripted by Ben Mole. A Blue Fox release.
Running time: 1:27