Playing Shakespearean tragedy for goofy laughs, turning a romantic comedy into a caper flick; here I've been talking about genre-splicing, and now we come upon a movie that's so all over the map in that respect that it makes Moulin Rouge look like Mr. & Mrs. Bridge. Well, not quite, but Brotherhood of the Wolf, being a martial arts/period piece/sort-of-werewolf action-adventure picture with booster shots of sci-fi , Native American mysticism, and erotica pumping it up, does certainly boast a wide-ranging sensationalist sensibility. Director Christophe Gans here pits super-naturalist Samuel Le Bihan (looking rather disturbingly like David Lee Roth) against a fearsome beast that's been terrorizing a French countryside (and I do mean terrorizing—its attacks are brutal beyond the call of the genre). He and his mondo-enigmatic sidekick Mark Dacascos unravel the mystery with the help of a courtesan-spy (a too-delectable Monica Bellucci) and against the wishes of local "nobles" (one of whom is Vincent Cassel, Bellucci's real-life husband). Nearly epic in length (at 140 minutes) and verging on the lunatic in terms of ratcheting up tension, it's a wild ride—but it's bound to make some people lose their lunch, literally and/or aesthetically.