Another WolfCop film review: Canadian horror comedy doubles down on the shenanigans

Lowell Dean’s hybrid SF-horror-comedy sequel unleashes more small-town Canadian silliness

“You’re a loser – it’s just a fact,” states ‘visionary business maverick’ Sydney Swallows (Yannick Bisson), at the beginning of Another WolfCop, direct into the camera as he films an ad spot to promote new product “Chicken Milk Stout”. Hawking beer to the low-rent citizens of smalltown Woodhaven, who live only for drinking, hunting and hockey,  is like peddling candy to children – and by making this suspicious-sounding beverage in the old brewery that he has also converted into a new ice hockey arena, Swallows knows his way right into the locals’ hearts.

Of course Woodhaven, a nowheresville community seemingly stuck in the Reagan era, was already established in Lowell Dean’s horror comedy WolfCop (2014) as an improbable epicentre for lycanthropic activity and power-hungry shape-shifting aliens – and now, as Swallows plots to use his new product to transform the people of Woodhaven into unwilling ‘shifter’ incubators, werewolf cop Lou Garou (Leo Fafard) is on the case, helped by strait-laced Sergeant Tina Walsh (Amy Matysio), back-from-the-dead buddy Willie Higgins (Jonathan Cherry), and Willie’s occultism-obsessed sister Kat (Serena Miller).

Another WolfCop‘s plot is a disposable amalgam of villainous sci-fi conspiracy and monster mayhem, but provides the necessary frame for all manner of crude, surreal and frankly hilarious shenanigans. Now Lou has an equally animalistic sexual partner, and shares with her a wildly silly sex scene that outdoes the one in the first film. Now Willie comes with a talking, moustachioed willy that serves as his penile id (not that Willie is capable of self-restraint anyway). All this is accompanied by the red-blue-green lighting scheme, practical gore effects, and synth-driven score of a genre film from the Eighties. It all culminates in a hyperviolent ice-rink fight, complete with cheerleaders. The lowest-common-denominator gags, designed to appeal to the loser idiot in all of us, will have stout-filled viewers howling with laughter.