During the gold rush, the prospecting town of Paradise is attacked by a pack of wolves, the animals wiping out all of the inhabitants, who are unable to save themselves despite being armed to the teeth with rifles and dynamite. Cut to the present day, and a group of college friends travel to the ghost town as part of a history project; lo and behold, the wolves still run the place, and are mightily upset by the intrusion.
Yes, Wolf Town really is as dreadful as it sounds: its hairy killers are not only able to dodge bullets and avoid detection for a century and a half, but they also have enough intelligence to sabotage a car by ripping out its wiring and steal their victim's provisions. Clever wolfies! Meanwhile, the youngsters who stray onto the wolfs' territory display next to no common sense (they're certainly less switched on than the wolves), failing to adequately arm themselves against the snarling beasts and repeatedly risking life and limb to go it alone (one character makes a daring bid to retrieve the dynamite and comes back with just one stick!).
In addition to an iffy script, the film also suffers from uninspired direction from John Rebel (the man behind the equally dire 2010 killer-animal movie Bear), who achieves zero tension or sense of horror, and poor editing that makes it looks as if there are only two wolves for most of the running time (only towards the end do we see as many as five on the screen at the same time). Amazingly, the acting is more than passable for such nonsense, but with such awful material, the cast can do nothing to prevent this film from being one hell of a mess.
