A lowballing horror-bongo hybrid that's unlikely to raise many hackles.
Werewolf Mickey (Martin Kemp) is killed with a silver fountain pen by exotic dancer Justice (Adele Silva) after becoming overly "excited" during a private performance at the London girly club, Vixens. Covering up the incident, club owner Jeanette (Sarah Douglas) disposes off Mickey's body and attempts to carry on business as usual. But Mickey had some nasty friends who are out for revenge, leading to an inevitably gory showdown as the next full moon rises.
If there'd been any hope this lamentable escapade may have risen from the graveyard of cartoon gore and obscenity ridden clichés that featured in the recent and stylistically comparable Keith Chegwin vehicle, Kill Keith, it dissipates quickly in a Lycanthrope-based parody of all your favourite east London soap operas, complete with slick gangsters and seedy nightclubs. even down to the presence of ex-EastEnders mainstays, Martin Kemp and Billy Murray.
Any chance there was of salvaging the film is soon lost. The minor masterstroke of opening it to the strains of Duran Duran's 'Hungry Like the Wolf' is as short-lived as the cameo appearance by creepmaster Robert Englund (the modern equivalent of having Peter Cushing or Vincent Price), which detracts rather than adds to the film's overall ambience by lasting all of 90 seconds and thus rendering his presence all but superfluous.
There is the occasional witty one-liner such as, "I'm going to kill you so slowly that your driving licence will expire before you do", but any potentially acidity is diluted by a plethora of unimaginative expletives.
During the explosive finale one character exclaims, "Oh my god, that was the greatest thing I've ever seen. More people should have seen that". Errrr, no thanks.
Another lowballing horror-bongo hybrid.
Unlikely to raise many hackles.
This beast lacks bite.
