I really need to get on this Paul Naschy bandwagon. Apparently he's done a series of pictures as the character Waldemar Daninsky, but this is the only one I've come across. I don't know if anyone else sees the resemblance, but to me he looks a little bit like a young John Belushi, without the facial hair of course. Naschy moves right in when the husband of the Justine character (Shirley Corrigan) is killed by a trio of thugs while visiting his parents' graves in Transylvania. Justine apparently didn't get all worked up about her husband being murdered, something that I can't figure out in stories like this, but of course you have to move on.
Naschy's great as the werewolf here, making no bones about his moonlit night transformations. Seeking a cure, his character and Justine travel to London to search out Dr. Jekyll (Jack Taylor), who may have the answer for Waldemar's hairy persona. Dr. Jekyll had a pretty elaborate lab set up, I have to admit. All those gadgets and gizmos looked pretty scientific. Too bad he had such a jealous assistant (Mirta MIller), who's idea of stabbing her boss in the back took on literal meaning. Not to be outdone, Waldemar gains the upper hand on Sandra, and she winds up impaled on a set of spikes.
I got the biggest kick out of the London disco scene, and couldn't help gaping in awe at all those dance floor participants. The club dancer put together a whirlwind of exaggerated body contortions, but there was one gal on the dance floor that outdid even her. Having cleared the night club following one of his werewolf turns, Waldemar stalks Justine to the attic of an old building, where he manages to finally put the bite on her. Clutching a revolver, Justine shoots the wolf man in the back a couple of times with no visible signs of bullet entry and no blood. However the story does have a happy ending, as the stricken Waldemar and Justine die hand in hand, a romantic finale if I ever saw one.
Naschy's great as the werewolf here, making no bones about his moonlit night transformations. Seeking a cure, his character and Justine travel to London to search out Dr. Jekyll (Jack Taylor), who may have the answer for Waldemar's hairy persona. Dr. Jekyll had a pretty elaborate lab set up, I have to admit. All those gadgets and gizmos looked pretty scientific. Too bad he had such a jealous assistant (Mirta MIller), who's idea of stabbing her boss in the back took on literal meaning. Not to be outdone, Waldemar gains the upper hand on Sandra, and she winds up impaled on a set of spikes.
I got the biggest kick out of the London disco scene, and couldn't help gaping in awe at all those dance floor participants. The club dancer put together a whirlwind of exaggerated body contortions, but there was one gal on the dance floor that outdid even her. Having cleared the night club following one of his werewolf turns, Waldemar stalks Justine to the attic of an old building, where he manages to finally put the bite on her. Clutching a revolver, Justine shoots the wolf man in the back a couple of times with no visible signs of bullet entry and no blood. However the story does have a happy ending, as the stricken Waldemar and Justine die hand in hand, a romantic finale if I ever saw one.