This is one of those movies that seems like someone who had never made a movie, or even ever known anything about making a movie, had a camera and just asked a bunch of their friends, "Want to be in a movie?"
And, happens to be friends with Linnea Quigley, who it's at least funny to see again like 35 years after what I hesitate to call her "heyday".
But: here's the thing. I really don't get into the "so bad it's good" thing, most of the time it's just an excuse to not really try. This is a rare case where, for me, it actually is so bad it's good, because, it seems like they *really did try*. They just didn't know how to write anything but one horror movie cliché after another, and didn't know how to act, and didn't know how to make a movie. But they really tried!
They didn't even know, like, you should decide if you're making a slasher flick or a guys-in-rubber-masks werewolf flick, not try to one movie that's both. You couldn't make that many mistakes on purpose, this has to be a genuine attempt to make a good movie.
Oh, yeah, by the way, that's right, it's a slasher movie where the house is for some reason also being attacked by werewolves. And one in which nobody can act.
It starts off like a typical abysmally bad amateur effort—mother and daughter on the run from man doing his best to portray a film abusive dad—but by the time they're trapped in the car and for some reason werewolves appear, and the mother and daughter get to do what they were apparently solely cast for, the ability to acts scared, it actually gets kind of amusing. And by the time they run from the werewolves and end up stumbling into the house of the guy who was already in the beginning of the film hamfistedly telegraphed as being a creepy serial killer type, it's so far over the top that it kind of transcends even how bad movies like this usually are.
Weirdly, on very rare occasion (I think this might be the second time it's ever happened, in the nearly 1,000 movies I've reviewed to date as I write this) these bottom-of-the-barrel home-movie-type amateur efforts, the kind of film where you wonder how they ever even ended up getting distributed or seen at all by anyone instead of just occasionally shown to their friends in their den for fun, have the kind of charm the your friends getting together to make a movie might have. I actually kind of liked it in that way.
So, yeah. I'll be damned. An actual movie that really is so bad I enjoyed how bad it was.
And this is *really* terrible. I mean, even by the standards of Linnea Quigley movies. It's really something.
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