Colin's father has just died, prompting Colin to return back -after many years- to the home that he grew up in. It soon becomes clear that something is wrong though. Our hero comes to suspect that his father's will as been forged. This is only the start of the intrigues and horrors that await Colin though. Unbeknown to him, his real inheritance will be the curse of the werewolf!
This film has an endearingly hokey feel to it, from the lame miniature model mansion in the opening shot, to the wobbly walls on some of the sets, to the goofy transformation effects. Then there's the plot holes... (3 full moons in a row!?) Likewise, the acting is consistently sketchy throughout. On the one hand we have the wild scenery-munching overacting of the satanic reverend character, and on the other we have the painfully wooden performance from leading man (and producer) Earl Owensby. Make no mistake, this film was a low budget labour of love, and boy does it show!
The film can be a bit slow at times, and Owensby's duller-than-dull acting style threatens to turn every conversation into an endurance test. Like most movies in this genre, it's also extremely predictable.
That having been said, I did get a few chuckles out of the movie, so I can't complain too much. All in all, it's a so-so entry in the genre. If you're a werewolf movie completest then it's worth a look. As for everyone else, it's safe to give this one a miss.