Wolf (1994) review

While driving through snowy Vermont, senior book editor Will Randall (Jack Nicholson) hits a wolf with his car, but when he exits the vehicle and tries to remove the animal from the road it chews up his hand; back in New York City, Will learns billionaire Raymond Alden (Christopher Plummer) wants to fire him and replace him with the much younger Stewart (James Spader), his wife Charlotte (Kate Nelligan) is having an affair with Stewart, he meets Alden's mysterious daughter Laura (Michelle Pfeiffer), and the effects from the bite are transforming him into a deer-slaying (and thug killing) nocturnal creature.  It's hard to go wrong with a cast this strong - Nicholson's an all-time great, Pfeiffer's an iconic 90's babe, etc. - except Nichols (operating off a script credited to Wesley Strick and Jim Harrison, with the latter disowning it) leans into the upper-class business drama aspect of it and downplays the inherently pulpy horror premise.  The sequences with a 57-year-old Jack in feral form leaping around and snarling are more silly than scary, and the movie never seems to be a hurry to do anything.  For those disappointed by the finale, be aware that - according to the IMDb Trivia page - there's a theory floating out there that Laura's actually the wolf from the beginning: if that's the case, she was technically marking her own territory.