Alright, let’s get one thing straight—if you’re heading into the woods with your ex, your fiancé, and a fucking pack of wolves? Well, honey, you’re asking for some Darwin-level bullshit to go down. Out Come the Wolves is like if The Grey and a Canadian backwoods The Bachelor had a baby, but that baby grew up feeding on toxic masculinity, jealousy, and bloody practical effects. Directed by Adam MacDonald (that dude who clearly hates camping after Backcountry – he also did a pretty fucking cool little straight-up horror Pyewacket worth checking out) and written by Enuka Okuma, this flick’s got everything you need: love triangles, flesh-eating wolves, and enough testosterone to drown a CrossFit gym.

Missy Peregrym (Backcountry) plays Sophie, a retired badass hunter who’s traded in her bow for a vegan diet and a fiancé, Nolan (Damon Runyan), who looks like he’s never seen sunlight or a dead animal in his life. These two lovebirds pack up for a romantic getaway in a cabin—because we know how well that shit usually goes—and invite Sophie’s childhood bestie Kyle (Joris Jarsky) to teach Nolan how to hunt. Big fucking mistake. You think Kyle just came out here to shoot some deer? Nah, this dude’s got a bow and arrow with “killer” written on it in another language, and he’s aiming for Sophie’s heart.

But things go sideways fast, and when Nolan and Kyle get attacked by a wolf pack, it’s less a 101 survival guide and more a How to Feed Your Frenemy to the Wolves. Let’s be real—Kyle probably “accidentally” let the wolves snack on Nolan a little longer than necessary. I mean, the dude was like, “Hey, remember that one time you banged my fiancé? No hard feelings, right?”

So, what does Sophie do when she finds out her man is becoming kibble for a pack of furry murderers? She hops on her motorcycle like some kind of avenging, post-apocalyptic hunter queen and heads out to serve these wolves the ass-kicking of a lifetime.

This movie does not fuck around when it comes to gore. We’re talking flesh-ripping, bone-crunching, blood-splashing shit. There’s a scene that’ll make you never want to look at a wolf the same way again. Forget your cute husky—these wolves are basically nature’s version of Freddy Krueger, and they’re hungry. The thing I respect most about this film? As far as I could tell, everything here appears to be practical, which I LOVE.

The cinematography is solid too, capturing Canada’s dense forests in a way that says, “Yup, you’re totally screwed out here.” Those dark green tones? Ominous as hell. Sure, sometimes the shaky cam makes it feel like you’re watching Blair Witch on crack, but when the wolves are eating people, who really cares? You want clarity? Go watch The Great British Bake Off. Here, we’re all about chaos, baby.

Let’s talk characters. Sophie’s the only one who doesn’t make you want to rip your own face off. Missy Peregrym—who, let’s be honest, could totally take Liam Neeson in a fistfight—delivers a final girl performance with all the rage, guilt, and badassery you could hope for. She’s like, “I’m done with these men and their nonsense. Let me go out there and shoot some motherfucking wolves.” She’s not here to flirt, she’s here to kill, and by God, we’re rooting for her. Then there’s Nolan—Mr. “I write articles about hunting but don’t know how to handle a gun.” Dude, stay in your lane. You’re like one misplaced sneeze away from becoming wolf chow. And Kyle? This guy’s giving off major “I’m not over you, Sophie” vibes, and it’s not cute. He’s got that creepy ex energy, like the kind who’d “accidentally” send you a pic of his abs while you’re trying to enjoy your day.

Okay, the wolves in this film are the real MVPs. Not CGI nonsense either—we’re talking about real wolves that were probably trained on a diet of raw steak and nightmares. They’re ruthless, bloodthirsty, and somehow seem more relatable than the two idiot men squabbling over Sophie. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Sophie’s bow-and-arrow rampage, I’d be rooting for the wolves to just finish their snack and call it a day.

Yeah, yeah, we get it—this movie is technically about survival. But it’s also about the deep, primal bullshit that happens when two men try to out-alpha each other. Like, guys, it’s 2024. Can we all agree that measuring dicks while wolves are trying to eat your face isn’t the move? MacDonald plays with this idea of toxic masculinity and how it’s basically just as dangerous as the literal predators stalking these people. Sophie’s the only one who realizes she can’t depend on either of these morons, and she handles business herself. The men, meanwhile, are too busy waving their metaphoric dicks around to notice the wolves about to tear them to shreds.

Out Come the Wolves isn’t perfect. Some of the pacing is off—it feels like the first half of the movie is just an extended version of Dudes Being Jealous, and the wolves don’t really show up until later. By the time the fur starts flying, you might be checking your watch like, “Okay, when’s the carnage?” But the second half? Oh, baby, it’s a visceral, wolf-eats-man buffet. You’ll be on the edge of your seat, maybe hiding behind your popcorn, but you won’t be bored.

So, if you like your horror with a side of man drama, and angry wolves, this one’s for you. Just don’t take it as a guidebook for your next trip to the woods unless you want to end up as nature’s lunch.