At first glance, Wolfs, the first non-Spider-Man film from director Jon Watts since 2015’s Cop Car, seems to be something of a Pulp Fiction/Quentin Tarantino riff. There’s that deliberately grammatically inaccurate title, which nods to Harvey Keitel’s character from that film, a well-dressed man who ‘solves problems’ when a dead body unhelpfully shows up. There’s a MacGuffin in a bag.
The inexplicably ugly title could be a vague reference to Mr Wolf, Harvey Keitel’s dapper ‘fixer’ from Tarantino’s 1993 zeitgeist-grabber, Pulp Fiction.
Clooney and Pitt are lone “wolf” fixers akin to the Harvey Keitel “cleaner” character in “Pulp Fiction” (known, by the way, as “The Wolf”). When a politician’s (Amy Ryan) attempted fling with a goofy young dude (Austin Abrams) goes terribly wrong, they’re separately called in to erase the incident and, despite their objections, forced to work together.
Clooney plays a fixer — one of those movie characters whom rich and powerful people use to make unseemly problems quietly go away, like Harvey Keitel's Winston Wolfe in "Pulp Fiction" — who is called upon by district attorney Margaret (Amy Ryan) when a young gentleman she had brought to her Manhattan hotel room accidentally dies after impaling himself on a beverage cart.
They’re fixers, in the manner of Harvey Keitel’s Winston “The Wolf” in “Pulp Fiction.” Margaret has hired Clooney, obviously. Pam, the owner of the hotel, has hired Pitt.
Call that the street-level challenge of Spider-Man: No Way Home , which brings up the second and cruder Samuel L. Jackson line going all the way back to Pulp Fiction of “You’re sending The Wolf? Shit, negro, that’s all you had to say!” Bringing that forward to this occasion, The Wolf is Marvel czar Kevin Feige.