The aftertaste from Jon Watts' Wolfs is good, but it does not linger for long, and the film is forgotten pretty fast. There are no memorable phrases, funny and caustic jokes, action in the film, and the chemistry between Pitt and Clooney seems to be missing.

Which is good because Watts didn't head down the buddy movie route and the action was linear.  Two buddies went out into the street alone, accidentally met on the street, got drunk, and went for a walk. It is difficult to connect with what is happening. Perhaps because all that is a situation and not a story of good friendship-too fleeting, like melting snow, trivial, or something.

But all this is, nevertheless, very nice to watch. The stateliness of Clooney and Pitt is like hypnosis. They just fit into the images of those who eliminate problems: fixers confident both behind the wheel of the car and alone with a corpse in a hotel room. You believe them.

Interesting take on the film! The chemistry between the actors definitely adds to the charm. Their confidence on screen is undeniable. 🌟