I recently watched the new bro-flick Wolfs. In my defence: I was sick and therefore lacking in imagination. I didn’t fall for the Brad Pitt-George Clooney combo, though, doing proper bro stuff – walking around in leather jackets, driving cars (fast), cracking egomaniac quasi-ironic jokes. If it wasn’t for the portrayals of “Albanians” and “Croatians” and their rival mafias, I might have fallen asleep.
The Albanians enter the film as a bunch of hefty guys with guns; they’re done away with swiftly, in less than a minute. The Croatians, on the other hand, are presented more elaborately, in a longer scene of a Croatian wedding party.
