"Santa's turned into a werewolf."
"I'll get my jacket."
Sometimes movies know they're silly. Sometimes a movies grandest ambition is to be silly; that is the case with Werewolf Santa, and I can't claim it doesn't achieve that.
Unsuccessful paranormal blogger Lucy (with lame rocker boyfriend in tow), head to her family town for Christmas. While she expects her biggest problem to be clashes with her divorced parents (Emily Booth and Mark Arnold), the Yuletide spirits flip when a werewolf attacks Santa Clause, sending him on a gloriously goofy, bloody rampage.
The budget is undeniably low, but the core cast of likeable characters keep the film entertaining and enjoyable throughout. By the way, Emily Booth needs to be recognised as the British Elvira, not just for sex symbol status, but also for great comedic timing.
If you like Christmas horrors that don't take themselves too seriously, you could do a lot worse.
"I'll get my jacket."
Sometimes movies know they're silly. Sometimes a movies grandest ambition is to be silly; that is the case with Werewolf Santa, and I can't claim it doesn't achieve that.
Unsuccessful paranormal blogger Lucy (with lame rocker boyfriend in tow), head to her family town for Christmas. While she expects her biggest problem to be clashes with her divorced parents (Emily Booth and Mark Arnold), the Yuletide spirits flip when a werewolf attacks Santa Clause, sending him on a gloriously goofy, bloody rampage.
The budget is undeniably low, but the core cast of likeable characters keep the film entertaining and enjoyable throughout. By the way, Emily Booth needs to be recognised as the British Elvira, not just for sex symbol status, but also for great comedic timing.
If you like Christmas horrors that don't take themselves too seriously, you could do a lot worse.