My Mom’s a Werewolf

Leslie Shaber is a suburban housewife whose daily routine feels more like a quiet surrender than a life lived. Overlooked by her husband and restless in her role, she drifts through grocery aisles and school drop‑offs with a lingering sense that something vital is missing. The film opens on a gentle, slightly off‑kilter portrait of her world, where ordinary concerns—shopping for a flea‑collar, balancing meals, and soothing a teenage daughter—are imbued with an undercurrent of unease. The cinematography leans toward warm, domestic lighting that gradually gives way to cooler, shadowed tones whenever Leslie’s inner disquiet surfaces.

On a routine trip to an animal shop, she encounters the charismatic proprietor, a man whose presence feels both magnetic and mysterious. Their brief interaction hints at a spark Leslie has not felt in years, and his invitation to share a meal feels like the first step onto an unexpected path. A seemingly innocuous bite on her toe sets in motion a subtle, unsettling transformation that begins to reshape her sense of self. The shift is portrayed through lingering close‑ups, a mutable soundtrack, and moments where everyday objects take on an uncanny quality, suggesting that the ordinary can quickly turn strange.

Back at home, Leslie grapples with the changes she tries to conceal, navigating the delicate balance between maintaining the façade of normalcy and confronting a new, primal side emerging within her. Her teenage daughter, Jennifer, and a horror‑enthusiast friend, Stacey, sense that something is amiss, their curiosity and devotion pulling them into the mystery surrounding Leslie’s metamorphosis. The tone remains a blend of domestic drama and low‑grade horror, inviting the audience to wonder how far a quiet life can be altered by forces that lurk just beneath the surface.

Last Updated: December 03, 2025 at 23:45