The 2010 "The Wolfman" has one less space in the title and a lot more dead space in its running time. (That's the most subtle and atmospheric shot from it, above.) The Andrew Kevin Walker-David Self script makes literal and lumbering everything that the original kept suggestive and fleet. It quintuples the body count and doubles the number of active werewolves, as if that would make the story new and epic. At first it's refreshing to see brooding Benicio Del Toro enjoy himself as Lawrence Talbot, here an actor-impresario in late-Victorian times. But director Joe Johnston's super-sized production and the script's wall-to-wall gloom weigh down Del Toro and nearly everyone else, except Hugo Weaving as a Scotland Yard detective and Geraldine Chaplin in the Ouspenskaya role. Makeup wizard Rick Baker's werewolf transformations should be impressive. But without a director who can showcase them with glee the way Joe Dante did Rob Bottin's effects in "The Howling," they're just in-your-face. And Anthony Hopkins is bizarre as Talbot's father. You wonder why a lovely, sensible woman like Emily Blunt's Gwen Conliffe (Talbot's late brother's fiancee) would spend an extra nanosecond in Talbot Castle. The director's cut on the DVD and Blu-ray is worth seeing only for Max von Sydow's deft, ominous cameo. Even then I wished I was watching this great actor play chess with Death instead of simply handing Talbot the now-obligatory silver-headed cane.