Wolfs, by John Watts, the director of the latest Spiderman franchise, stars George Clooney and Brat Pitt as two old lone wolves doing clean-up jobs for the mob. It's a crossover between The American that Clooney played a decade ago and the comedic sketch he exchanged with Pitt so successfully in Ocean's Eleven. That, and a bit of Scorcese's After Hours, in which a young, innocent man is caught up in the crossfire of thugs in New York during the passage of just one night. So, what do we end up with, mixing all those elements? A fun time at the movies or in front of our TV, streaming a film that is well shot, excellently cast, well written, and fast-paced in its action scenes to get your blood pumping and your mouth laughing out loud. Is there substance to the tale? None at all. Especially at the end, when the heroes are trying to extract a message from all these, and nothing sensical comes out. Thankfully, they get cornered and have to fight their way out, à la Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (there goes another inspiration for the film), and live to fight in the already planned sequel. Sweet!