The Company of Wolves (1984, Dir. Neil Jordan)

Before Pan’s Labyrinth or Crimson Peak, there was The Company of Wolves — a dark reimagining of Little Red Riding Hood soaked in dream logic and Freudian fur.
Angela Carter’s short stories become a gothic anthology of transformation, adolescence, and appetite. It’s not a movie about werewolves — it’s about becoming one.
The visuals drip with surreal sensuality; the tone wavers between nightmare and poetry. A fairy tale for adults who know innocence doesn’t last forever.

Rating: 5 / 5