I recently watched “Boys in the Trees” on Netflix, a movie I had honestly skipped over time and time again when looking for something to watch, and I am SO incredibly glad I finally gave it a shot.
First of all, I skipped it over because of how Netflix made it sound. The description of this movie is:
“They once were friends, but now hormones and high school divide them. On Halloween, however, the rules don’t apply.”
They accompany this with a lot of wolf-based imagery and scenes of teens doing hooligan type stuff. I assumed, to be perfectly honest, that I was gonna get a “Lost Boys meets the Howling” kinda deal. I was expecting ruffian teens who are also werewolves to some capacity terrorizing a small Australian town. Maybe some good creatures effects, probably just a bunch of cheap CGI, move along.
What I ended up getting was a gorgeous coming of age story with a horror twist. I got a movie that reminded us to keep to our dreams, that promises matter, especially those we make to ourselves, and to always remember those we left behind as we grew up.