The title of this werewolf love story sends horrific shivers up and down my spine... Blood and Chocolate. Yeesh, it sounds like an ode to PMS. Repulsive name aside, this isn't such a bad take on the classic werewolf story—if you like an Anne Rice-esque version filled with gothic romance and exotic settings. Oh, and tons of lameass human-to-wolf transformations.
Vivian (Agnes Bruckner) is an American living with her extended family in Bucharest, Romania. She seems normal enough—enjoying such pleasant activities as parkour, frequenting a dilapidated wolf-worshipping cathedral, and clubbing at her uncle's absinthe factory. But her and her kinfolk are harboring a dangerous secret—they're really loup garoux, an ancient and dying line of shapeshifting humans capable of taking the form of wolves. And because her family is dying off, they have adopted very stringent rules to safeguard their lineage—rules like always hunting in a pack, marrying your uncle, and exposing your neck in a submissive manner to the leader of the pack. Aaah, who am I to question a culture I do not understand?
But Vivian's life gets all topsy-turvy with the chance meeting of a graphic novelist from America. Aiden (Hugh Dancy) is researching his new book and becomes enamored with loup garoux and Vivian. They commence playing in fountains, cavorting in the park, and grab-assing in the streets of Bucharest. But the wolfy family sweeps in to nip that romance in the bud. The next thing you know Aiden's hauled off to their hunting grounds to become the treat of the day. This is where things get ridiculous—as the pack begins to give chase after the panicked Aiden, they leap through the air in expansive arcs, converting into bursts of heavenly light and—poof!—they're now majestic wolves. Sorriest (and funniest) excuse for a werewolf transformation EVER!
So Blood and Chocolate sure isn't going to wow you, with its schizophrenic tale of the sweetness of human love (the "chocolate") and the bitterness of primal desires (the "blood"), but it is a fairly interesting take on the werewolf legend. What truly made it worthwhile for me is the end when things get blown up and Vivian kicks some doggy butt. Besides with happy-pretty-fun-time halo-ringed werewolf transformations, it's more of a comedy than a horror flick—and I like a good laugh.