Yes, this is a werewolf movie. No, you don’t ever see a werewolf onscreen. Lacking is the ubiquitous trope of a human being cursed to turn into a werewolf. The word “werewolf” is never uttered in the film. But it’s a werewolf movie all the same. There’s a scene towards the beginning of this Horror/Western where the protagonist, the spunky young homesteader bride, is left alone at her cabin out on the plains, and a wolf attacks her, or tries to. She flees inside where, through the cracks in the door, she watches the shadow of the beast stand up on two feet. Boom. Werewolf.
The supernatural threat menacing the woman assumes different shapes. It is scarce seen at all, though its presence is constant. As the title of the movie suggests, it is heard in the wind that never ceases blowing, keening outside the cabin and in through the cracks. It’s a different kind of werewolf for sure, but the werewolf vibe is there.
The movie has a washed-out aesthetic to it anyway, but I wish they’d filmed the flashback scenes, which comprise fully half the film, in black-and-white, or maybe sepia, just to set them apart. It was a little confusing at first to follow the narrative, before I realized that the movie was going to jump back and forth between the past and the movie’s present (which is for us the past, but you get the idea). Otherwise this one is terrific. I dig on it.