![]() Still, Rachel heads off to work at the general store, clueless until the embracers ride into town on their big motorcycles. All very Stepfordy, and not a little creepy. It’s actually something of a miracle that she’s stayed all these years on the farm, given how terminally banal it all looks: Nana watches from the porch as Tim greets mailman Doak (“What’s up dawg!?”), and Kat appears on cue with a plate o’ muffins, big fakey smile on her face. Rachel has noticed, however, that Tim, is “special,” owning to recurring nightmares and asthma attacks (apparently related, as he only has trouble breathing after a nightmare), cured when the indispensable Will shows up with a plate of smelly roots). ![]() I mean, every full moon-for nearly 13 years-they have locked themselves in a van and howled all night, strapped up in harnesses by their Native American minder, Will (Tom Jackson). Tim, four days from so turning, doesn’t know this yet neither does his human mom Rachel (Rhona Mitra), even though they have lived since Tim’s birth with her dead husband’s relatives, including his brother Jonas (Elias Koteas) and sweet-smiling Nana (Barbara Gordon), as well as Jonas’ daughter Kat (Sarah Carter), her beau Adam (Shawn Roberts), and the black werewolf, Doak (Lyriq Bent), whose un-humanness looks pretty obvious. ![]() The prophecy says that when he turns 13, the moon will turn red and either the embracers will be defeated or ascendant, all glowy yellow eyes and hairy chests, loosed to consume any flesh they want. Tim opens the film by noting that, while most people don’t like to face “things so frightening,” he (and so, you, now that you’re here) has no choice: “The truth is, they’re out there, and closer than we fear.” Extra close to Tim, who has something of a daywalker’s relationship to the skinwalkers, being of mixed blood, human and beast. A horror movie made for dummies, it conveys every would-be tension, every plot point, and every exchanged glance in excruciating slow motion. Good thing, as it is otherwise afflicted with a remarkable doltishness. As told by young narrator Timothy (Matthew Knight), some of them see their bloodlust as a curse, and others, more colorfully, “embrace the power of the beast.” Being, essentially, werewolves with a Navajo backstory, all the skinwalkers tend to hang out in the American West, granting Jim Isaac’s film some brief picturesque scenery. In Skinwalkers, there are two kinds of skinwalkers. I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying. Once I saw him in the moonlight, when the bats were a flying. He don’t even break the branches where he’s gone.
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