Late Phases (2014)

A film with a bunch of perfectly capable TV character actors as side characters, including Bobby from Twin Peaks, but they picked a lousy-acting nobody to lead? It's an odd and regrettable choice. The nobody plays Ambrose, a blind, angry old war vet who grumbles angrily at his family and neighbors in his best En man som heter Ove impression. It's mildly orange-tinted and desaturated.

His stressed out son moves him into a gated retirement neighborhood with his pet dog. As Ambrose feels his way around his new house, the first thing he notices is claw marks with a stray claw remaining in the wall.

Ambrose is a total ass to Ginger from Gilligan's Island when she brings him cookies.

He tolerates his duplex neighbor. Too bad he moved in on the day of the full moon, and she's devoured by a man in a fuzzy suit.

The fuzzy suit jumps through the duplex wall and knocks him over. Since he's blind, he doesn't know he has been tackled by a werewolf. His dog fights it off, getting mortally wounded in the process, and sends Ambrose tumbling straight down a revenge spiral.

The cops tell everyone that this is perfectly normal, a wild animal kills one or two residents on one night per month.

Ambrose uses his super-senses to start investigating the supernatural clues, while the young sighted people assume he's a useless old cripple and constantly ask him if he's alright.

He joins the local church group, despite hating church and god, to gather more clues. He makes the church people uncomfortable, they complain about him to the priest, and have him moved to a private carpool so they don't have to share the bus with a no good cripple. Dogs bark angrily at the church, because dogs don't like werewolves.

He digs an absolutely massive grave for his dead dog, and does daily shovel exercises to train for shovel battle. There is a shovel montage. He detects a man in a black cloak watching him, based on scent, and shovels him right in the head. This has no effect, but let's him know that he's on the right track.

At some point he figures out it's werewolves, and pays Twin Peaks Bobby to make him a bunch of silver bullets.

One of the church guys turns out to not be very holy. He spends the night visiting a bunch of neighbors and biting them on the arm, building himself an army of werewolves. Unique, at least. He rips off a latex fat suit to reveal a werewolf suit underneath, which is also a unique way of pulling off the wolf transition. It goes okay. Unfortunately, I can't get over how much these wolves look like the Donny Darko evil bunny.

It wraps up with a fairly run-of-the-mill defend-the-stronghold action sequence, in which he uses all of his various guns (and shovels) with all of the various silver bullets against the five (!) werewolf muppets. His son arrives just in time to see a werewolf and learn that his dad wasn't crazy, but not in time to say goodbye. It's a film about the importance of family, being kind to one another, and appreciating what you have while you have it.

And murder muppets.