Category Archives: Werewolves

The Curse of the Werewolf (1961)
Review by: Erin Page

WHAT IT’S ABOUT: A child born as a result of terrible events discovers he is a werewolf. As he matures into adulthood, he struggles to control his wolf side. But when he falls in love, his control is tested to the extreme.

REVIEW: One of the most thoroughly entertaining films from the Hammer studio catalog and one of my personal favorite werewolf films! The Curse of the Werewolf has all the trappings of a classic set into three-acts, played out like a macabre fairy tale. We witness in horror the atrocious acts that conjure the werewolf curse and result in Leon’s birth. We watch with compassion as young Leon battles with his new-found, confusing hunger for blood and violence! Lastly, we see Leon as a young man — now grown beautiful and earnest — and follow in anticipation as he struggles against his demons to redeem himself in the name of true love.

Stunning Yvonne Romaine shows up just in time to get raped.

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Howling: New Moon Rising (1995)
Review by: Erin Page

WHAT IT’S ABOUT: A string of vicious murders occur after a motorcycle-riding stranger rolls into town. Meanwhile, a clandestine order of cops is hot on the trail of a killer they believe to be a werewolf.

REVIEW: Get the trophy ready and hand it on over, because this is the undisputed Worst Movie Ever Made. Not one of the worst. The worst. The absolute worst. This film is so far beyond the human capacity to measure “bad” it almost defies description, THE WORST MOVIE IN THE HISTORY OF TIME.

It’s difficult to describe an atrocity of this magnitude, because every horrible aspect of it cries out for attention. I could complain about the acting, or serious lack thereof: there is no acting. None. What this movie features instead of acting (even bad acting) is non-actors reading clunky and halting dialogue from cue cards. I could complain about the editing and content, a third of which being nothing but clips from the previous Howling films — they are hammered into the narrative with all the delicate precision of a wooden club. They haphazardly attempt to explain and ret-con the film series into the southwest arena, a plot point which, for some reason, requires two hours of explaining and still makes no sense. The inclusion of clips from the previous Howling movies only makes this one look far, far worse in comparison. Not only is it alarmingly confusing from continuity’s standpoint, the difference in production value is jolting and downright terrible. I could complain about the serious lack of any attractive cast members in this film, male or female. Every man and woman on display in this film is hard to endure, bordering on repulsive, offensive in every sense of the word. I could also complain about the fact that this is a WEREWOLF MOVIE, in a WEREWOLF FRANCHISE, that does not contain a fucking WEREWOLF.

THE ENTIRE MOVIE:
– A man shows up at a bar.
– Country western songs are sung. People line dance.
– Everybody drinks… drinks some more… and tells puns.
– A man sweeps a dusty floor.
– Someone makes chili that makes everyone fart.
– MORE songs are sung.
– MORE line dancing.
– Six references to the singer George Jones.
– Suddenly there’s a werewolf they never showed!
– THE END?

Witness the spine-tingling rhythm of the Kentucky Fried Dance of Death!

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