Granted, Dutra and Rojas take their sweet time checking off the same story beats that landmarks like The Wolfman (1941) and An American Werewolf in London (1981) dashed through with predatory urgency.
Horrors aficionados will identify bows to Polanski’s Rosemary’s Baby and marvel at a grotesque, An American Werewolf in London-worthy childbirth scene, though Rojas and Dutra’s penchant for the classics becomes evident as much through tropes and imagery as it does through Rui Poças’s cinematography and Fernando Zuccolotto’s production design.
They incorporate nods to classics such as John Landis' An American Werewolf in London in a manner that will delight horror geeks, although the climactic update on the torch-wielding mob of vengeful peasants is perhaps one hoary trope too far.
Before you can say An American Werewolf in London, Ana is sleeping-walking.
In a final transformation, which recalls the Piccadilly Circus showdown of An American Werewolf in London (1981), the closest Joel is allowed to come to the origins of his patrilineage is an establishment which houses a conglomeration of material objects indicating privilege and prestige.