I caught up with this corker recently, when I picked it up on a well-known Internet site for $5.00. On DVD, enhanced for widescreen TVs. Made by people who probably never expected it to show up on TV anytime, anywhere.
WEREWOLVES opens with a bunch of bikers riding into a gas station in the Far West and terrorizing the locals, or as many locals as the budget could afford. The gang is one of the goofiest ever committed to celluloid; even at their most depraved, they're about as scary as the motorcycle morons in EVERY WHICH WAY BUT LOOSE.
It should come as no surprise, then, when these geniuses: A) stop off at an isolated "monastery" that sports an evil-looking symbol over the entrance and B) chow down on bread and wine offered by strangers-- scary-looking hooded creeps led by weird-movie icon Severn Darden and C) can't figure out what's going on when, time after time, they camp out for the night and lose several of their number to "wild beasts ."
As veteran exploitation fans should expect, there are more Wheels than Werewolves here; the lycanthropes appear briefly, and the photography is so dark it's hard to see them anyway. However, there is some gratuitous nudity courtesy of a fairly attractive biker-babe, not to mention brief but splashy gore scenes. This includes some ahead-of-its-time eyeball violence. There are better werewolf flicks around, but fans of flesh and blood won't go away empty-handed.
WEREWOLVES opens with a bunch of bikers riding into a gas station in the Far West and terrorizing the locals, or as many locals as the budget could afford. The gang is one of the goofiest ever committed to celluloid; even at their most depraved, they're about as scary as the motorcycle morons in EVERY WHICH WAY BUT LOOSE.
It should come as no surprise, then, when these geniuses: A) stop off at an isolated "monastery" that sports an evil-looking symbol over the entrance and B) chow down on bread and wine offered by strangers-- scary-looking hooded creeps led by weird-movie icon Severn Darden and C) can't figure out what's going on when, time after time, they camp out for the night and lose several of their number to "wild beasts ."
As veteran exploitation fans should expect, there are more Wheels than Werewolves here; the lycanthropes appear briefly, and the photography is so dark it's hard to see them anyway. However, there is some gratuitous nudity courtesy of a fairly attractive biker-babe, not to mention brief but splashy gore scenes. This includes some ahead-of-its-time eyeball violence. There are better werewolf flicks around, but fans of flesh and blood won't go away empty-handed.