The Legend of Industrial Ghost-Wolf is the type of film that feels like someone is playing a horrible joke on the audience. Because it is bad. Really bad. Unfortunately for the film, it never makes that wonderful turn from bad and nearly unwatchable to comedy gold, where it can be appreciated for its awfulness (see: Sharknado).
Instead, the film is a collection of poorly shot footage illustrating a boring storyline. For the most part, we have a detective that doesn’t do very much, a supposedly powerful shaman who could do something but won’t and a series of victims that get killed by something ferociously invisible. What is an “industrial ghost-wolf” anyway? We get explanations ranging from chaos incarnate to something given life because of negativity. It isn’t until the end of the film that we actually see anything resembling this “industrial ghost-wolf” and, when we do, it’s better left unseen. While the film won’t win any awards for its digital effects work anyway, the final representation of its main antagonist is particularly laughable.
I'd complain about non-Native actors playing Natives, but Verdin is from Houma, Louisiana, and calls himself "Half-Blood" on his Facebook page. I guess he has some Native blood.
That just makes this clichéd story all the more unfortunate. If you can't come up with a Native-themed idea that hasn't been done a thousand times before, don't bother making a movie. You're just wasting everyone's time: yours, mine, and the audience's.
For more on Indians and the supernatural, see The Great Escapist in Supernatural and Bad Kids Go to Hell.
Below: The Chief and the Shaman.