Strippers vs Werewolves (2012)

RATED- UNRATED
RUN TIME- 93 MINS
WRITER(S)- PATT HIGGINS AND PHILIP BARRON
STARRING- ADELE SILVA, MARTIN COMPSTON AND BILLY MURRAY 
DIRECTOR- JONATHAN GLENDENING



Synopsis taken from IMDb
When werewolf chief Jack Ferris is accidentally killed in a strip club the girls who work there have until the next full moon before his bloodthirsty wolfpack seek murderous retribution.




Again, not on good terms with Netflix's horror selection. I'm telling you, this is getting rough! I watched one last night called "Are you alone in the House?", and it was the most decent one I've seen in a while, but I still wasn't very fond of it. It was just better than the mass of terrible films streaming lately. 

Yet again, I found myself uninterested in just about every second of this film. I mean, how the hell do you screw this up? Strippers = awesome and werewolves = awesome. But awesome isn't the final result of the film, in fact, it's far from it. You'd think with such a cool and fun combo of characteristics, that it'd be an enjoyable film. I found nothing about it amusing.

First of all, the werewolves look like monkeys. This is possibly the worst werewolves I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of bad ones. They look and appear to have taken no effort to make or design. Just fuzzy sideburns and ape faces. That in itself turned me off from the film. 

I don't mind humor in my horror, never have, and if you've followed my blog, you'd know that. This film however, manages to not be funny in the least, tiniest bit. It was more annoying than anything! The jokes, gore, and one-liners weren't even so badly written that they were laughable, they were the bad where you heard crickets chirping.

The strippers were a waste. Every good looking one of them didn't show anything memorable, and the ones that did weren't worth looking at! It's that bad, where you can't even rely on hot chicks to make it better. Any and all hope this film had got trashed and burned out.

I'm making this review a short one. Quite frankly, there isn't anything left to say, other than going on a rant, and I try not to do that. Sometimes it's hard. I strongly advise you against this movie. Don't get duped by the cover like I did. Save yourself the 90 minutes of your life.