Certain movies are squarely in Mr. Flicks’ wheelhouse. I’m fine with that. If it involves elves/dwarves/dragons, werebeasts, giant robots, mutants (or the Marvel variety) or kookie British gangster-types, I’m all in. If Megan Fox (or Brad Pitt ... hey, I’m comfortable with my masculinity) is somehow part of the equation, all the better.

Certain movies are squarely in Mr. Flicks’ wheelhouse. I’m fine with that. If it involves elves/dwarves/dragons, werebeasts, giant robots, mutants (or the Marvel variety) or kookie British gangster-types, I’m all in. If Megan Fox (or Brad Pitt ... hey, I’m comfortable with my masculinity) is somehow part of the equation, all the better.

Enter “The Wolfman,” an update of 1941’s “The Wolf Man.” First off, why “The,” when it’s pretty clear it’s “A” wolfman. You can’t have one without (A) a curse or (B) another werewolf. Still, Anthony Hopkins, Hugo Weaving and Emily Blunt -- and no mopey teenagers -- are the makings of a high-quality retelling. Hopefully this doesn’t reinvent the iconic beast, just, as it were, gives it new and sharper teeth. Benicio Del Toro should be fine, but I much prefer him as Franky Four-Fingers.

Weighing in with the most unwieldy name of the week is “Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief.” Normally, I would spend the next 3 inches explaining, again, why I hate the child-as-hero (which has nothing to do with my general dislike of children).

But.

The Greek gods are a naughty bunch known for rampant and ingenious procreative practices, so, here’s a case in which you’re not talking about some prepubescent anklebiter picking up a claymore, accidentally impaling the grand vizier while he’s in the toity and being crowned king. Here’s classic Greek shenanigans: illegimate children, feuding, petulant gods (they’re like us, but with lightning bolts and tidal waves!).

It is, however, clearly chasing Harry Potter’s lucrative coattails. Chris Columbus even directs.

Ever see “He’s Just Not That Into You” or “Love, Actually”? Then you’ve seen “Valentine’s Day.” It’s an ensemble cast wandering through that most excrutiating hallmark of Hallmark holidays. Why you’d want to see other people endure this day, instead of focusing on surviving your own is anyone’s guess.

‘Avatar’ de-throned

This week’s not-so-aahhhwaaaaa? moment is sapfest “Dear John” topping Smurf-fest “Avatar.”

“It is very cool to know that it was our movie that audiences just totally embraced and made No. 1 for the weekend,” said Rory Bruer, head of distribution at Sony (in The Associated Press’ weekend box office roundup.)

Oh, Rory. Seriously? You did realize the Super Bowl was this weekend, right? Maybe you missed it. There wasn’t much talk in the two weeks leading up to it. Dudes dig it. Chicks (most ... many ... enough ...) don’t. Throw in Channing Tatum’s cliff-like jaw and 12-pack abs and you have a one-trick perfect storm.

Flicks prediction: “Avatar” smurfs its way to No. 1 next weekend.

Norwich Bulletin