The Wolfpack is
one of those documentaries where the central premise sounds much more
interesting and engaging than the final product ultimately ends up
becoming. This isn’t because of any
flaws in the production or an inability of the subjects to meet expectations, but
there is a certain amount of narrative intrigue that was lacking in The Wolfpack in order to make the film
feel like a complete package. The final
result ends up feeling like it doesn’t have any of the closure it so
desperately needs, leaving the viewer unsatisfied with a very personal story.
The eponymous wolfpack is six teenage boys who were kept in
isolation in their New York apartment by their father, almost never having been
exposed to the actual outside world as their mother homeschooled them. Their only sense of community came from each
other and their shared love of movies, of which the family owns approximately
five thousand according to one boy’s estimate. Not having anything else to do by way
of hobbies, the teens set out to make reenactments of their favorites, of which we get to see their renditions of The Dark
Knight, Pulp Fiction, and Reservoir Dogs.
Documentarian Crystal Moselle enters the picture shortly
after the boys have begun to violate their father’s edict to not interact with
the outside world, which to their surprise is met with apathy. Watching these unsocialized kids make their
way in the outside world for the first time on their own is incredibly
interesting, as they only have one another to rely on, all of them just as
clueless as the other. And yet, they
still are pretty normal teenagers, self-deprecating and perhaps a bit too
reliant on movie quotes to fill in the gaps of conversation. Seeing how their unique circumstances have
resulted in a bizarre sort of normalcy is simply fascinating.
However, where Moselle goes wrong is in not really knowing
how to end her film. She shows a brief
montage of events at the end to hint that the brothers are beginning to
branch off into their own identities, with one actually moving out into his own
apartment, but there isn’t any sense of closure to it, only a sense that there
are new challenges to tackle. She
doesn’t even come to a solid conclusion about the boys’ father, who seemingly
only wants to keep his children safe from the corrupting influences of the
politicized modern world, yet is an apparent alcoholic with abusive
control issues. It makes the ending feel
hollow with too many unanswered questions.
Moselle should have kept the camera rolling for another month or two in
order to provide us with an epilogue that the troubled beginning of their social lives
desperately needs.
All in all, though, The
Wolfpack is an interesting look into the lives of some teenagers coming
from some bizarre circumstances into their own form of adulthood. The daunting feeling that their story isn’t
over yet is inescapable in the film’s final moments, but as unsatisfying as
that is, the way these kids see the world with fresh eyes is definitely
satisfying in the moments you see it. As
long as you don’t hold your breath to see if the kids end up alright, The Wolfpack is an interesting glimpse
into how they seem to be pretty alright for now.
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