A witch who's burned at the stake places a curse on the small village of Skinner's Grove right before she dies. Centuries later a paranormal investigator discovers a nest of werewolves in the town who are the hell spawn of the witch's curse. Moreover, a local militia made up of gung-ho rednecks and a bickering married couple who find themselves stranded in the area after their car breaks down also run afoul of said werewolves.
Boy, does this hilariously horrendous hunk of celluloid junk possess all the right wrong stuff to qualify as a four-star stinkeroonie: The slapdash (mis)direction by James Baack (who also wrote the nonsensical script and even wildly overplays scruffy militia ring leader Flunky), rambling disjointed narrative, tacky gore, dodgy CGI effects, cruddy acting from a lame no-name cast, cheesy cinematography (gotta love those red-tinted werewolf point of view shots), clumsily sincere tone, and gloriously hokey werewolves wearing laughably obvious and unconvincing dimestore Halloween masks all give this clunker a certain endearing rinky-dink charm. A real crummy hoot.
Boy, does this hilariously horrendous hunk of celluloid junk possess all the right wrong stuff to qualify as a four-star stinkeroonie: The slapdash (mis)direction by James Baack (who also wrote the nonsensical script and even wildly overplays scruffy militia ring leader Flunky), rambling disjointed narrative, tacky gore, dodgy CGI effects, cruddy acting from a lame no-name cast, cheesy cinematography (gotta love those red-tinted werewolf point of view shots), clumsily sincere tone, and gloriously hokey werewolves wearing laughably obvious and unconvincing dimestore Halloween masks all give this clunker a certain endearing rinky-dink charm. A real crummy hoot.