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In the dusty little town of Furlough in Texas, an animal is slaughtering the cattle and the locals. When the teenager Tommy is killed, their friends Anna Furlough, her Mexican-American boyfriend Miguel Gonzalez, Jill Gillespie and Rosie finds that a Mexican werewolf Chupacabra is the killer and they plot a plan to kill the beast. Written by
Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Supposed to be scary, could have been funny, instead it's just laughable...
As this film is so bad, let's just narrow things down to two examples:
Firstly, we see one poor guy, after being dragged to a deserted field by his vacuous but pretty girlfriend for a spot of rumpy, eviscerated by the beast. Five minutes later, we see the girl, seemingly unaffected by her ordeal, relaying the events of the attack to the town's sheriff and his 'comedy' sidekick in a diner, and are treated to the entire attack all over again in flashback. The entire attack. Five minutes later. Brilliant idea really keeps the film flying along..
Secondly, the father of one of the teen heroes decides to gather the pelts of various deer, etc, and fashion himself his own chupacabra suit so that he can kill the Mexican kid who is boffing his daughter and blame it on the monster. Not possessing the requisite pair of fangs, he decides a barbecue fork will do the job just as well and trips off into the desert night in his furry outfit, looking like the cuddly little brother of that cuddly werewolf in Carry On Screaming. If it hadn't have looked so pathetic it would have been funny.
The best thing about this film is the title and even that's a rip-off of John Landis's American Werewolf in London. Trust me, it's only worth watching if you're a connoisseur of trash and, given that even trash must have its hierarchy, this is some of the worst around.
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