A savage killer — possibly a wolf, possibly a man — is on the loose in the town of Snow Hollow in this horror/comedy that’s sadly short on laughs.

Jim Cummings wrote, directed and stars in “The Wolf of Snow Hollow,” which is at least one hat too many.

I didn’t see his previous film, “Thunder Road,” in which he plays a police officer dealing with a divorce and the death of his mother, but it became a cult hit. If you were a fan of that, you might like him here as Sheriff John Marshall, a recovering alcoholic, a lot more than I did.

It’s hard to enjoy a film when the main character is so unlikable and one-note. Cummings’ default mode is to yell at whoever is sharing a scene with him, a style that quickly grows old. Cummings tries to say something about toxic masculinity by equating Marshall’s alcoholism to the beast ravaging the town, but, that message, like the rest of the film, falls flat.

Whatever’s been slaughtering women in the dead of night leaves wolf tracks and the marks of wolves’ teeth, but has also removed certain body parts with what seem like surgical precision. Marshall is sure it’s a man while members of his team insist it’s got to be a werewolf. I won’t spoil the ending here, but I found it extremely unsatisfying.

Riki Lindhome is a standout as resourceful Officer Julia Robson, who not only puts up with Marshall, but is pivotal in saving the day.

Oscar nominee Robert Forster (in his last finished film) costars as Marshall’s aging father, whose bad health has him reluctantly on the bench for this case. He adds some gravitas to the film, but not enough to make it worth your while.

There are dozens of great werewolf movies. This isn’t one of them.

Advisory for animal lovers:
Several taxidermied animals are on display in this mountain town.
A dead deer is used to block a road in one scene.
One suspect appears to have a pet wolf.
And there’s a cute chihuahua that’s never in any danger.