Anna Daniels
A clue to make sense of this nightmarish fever dream is fed to us right at the beginning, as we view what appears to be propaganda footage of a southern Chilean cult known as the Colony, where its German inhabitants lived close to nature in alleged harmony. In order to dispel the nasty rumors that have spread regarding the community—none of which are specified—the Colony has delved into its vaults to present us with the following indoctrination video designed to venerate the purity of their lifestyle. Indeed, one can imagine cult members toiling away on this meticulous spectacle as ordered by their tyrannical leader, whose seductive voice takes the form of a wolf (Rainer Krause), while the pervasive sickness of their ideology inadvertently creeps into every frame. It doesn’t take much research to figure out that the predatory wolf was inspired by Paul Schäfer, a German fugitive accused of child molestation, who fled to Chile where he founded Colonia Dignidad (“Dignity Colony”) in 1961. Former Nazis such as concentration camp doctor Joseph Mengele were among the colony members, whom Schäfer instructed to torture and murder dissidents during Pinochet’s military dictatorship, while enabling child sexual abuse to run rampant.
These crimes remain offscreen in “The Wolf House,” and are hinted at solely through the fantastical symbolism of the faerie tale spun for us by the wolf, as if coaxing Little Red Riding Hood to take up residence in his stomach. Our tale officially begins with Maria (Amalia Kassai), a young member of the Colony, breaking free from her captivity after being punished for letting three pigs escape. She flees through the woods and finds a house where the entirety of the stop-motion takes place. The lack of conventional edits makes us feel all the more entrapped, as new sequences begin only when we enter a new room or the frame of a portrait. When Maria first enters the house, we seem to be viewing the space from her perspective—that is, until she materializes in painted form on the wall before coming to life as a puppet comprised of paper, cardboard and masking tape.
Cociña and León brilliantly portray the ever-evolving nature of dreams, continuously switching up the look of their world and the perspective from which we view it, thereby magnifying the falsity of the truth it preaches. Maria’s memory of the guilt she felt when luring animals into a hole in the ground, a task that results in her being rewarded by a satisfied tree, could very well represent the graves of Pinochet’s dissidents. The flowers that subsequently bloom from the soil later spring from the house’s walls—and even a stigmata—when Maria nurses her two adopted children to health, thanks to the healing power of the Colony’s magical honey (which also supposedly triggers the growth of blonde hair). Barely anything of plot-related consequence needs to be occurring onscreen in order for our fascination to be sustained by the sheer unpredictability of the visuals. At any second, Maria could devolve into the upholstery of her chair or be rendered a colorless shell as the painted texture of her soul drifts from her body onto a nearby surface.
— 2019 Hollywood Movie Review
