A longtime fan of Robert Eggers’ work, I especially enjoyed Nosferatu. It was beautifully crafted, genuinely eerie, and refreshingly willing to embrace the Gothic without apology. If Werwulf captures even a fraction of that same haunting power, opening day cannot come soon enough.
Of course, there may be another explanation for my enthusiasm. As someone of Irpinian ancestry, perhaps I am simply answering an ancient call. After all, the ancient Hirpini took their name from the Oscan word for “wolf,” and later tradition associated them with wolf-men. Maybe this is nothing more than blood memory stirring beneath the surface—or perhaps my inner lupumanare has caught the scent of another Robert Eggers masterpiece.
