Review – The Beast Must Die

This has got to be the cutest canine of evil since Devil Dog: The Hound of Hell. Other than the attempt to pass this fluffy pet shop specimen off as a vicious werewolf, this actually isn’t too bad for a 70s-era horror movie. It even features some innovative touches. One is the “werewolf break,” a pause toward the end of the production to give the audience the chance to draw its final conclusions about which character is the shape-shifting beast. It’s a salient plot point, as the whole story is structured around an eccentric millionaire’s scheme to drag a handful of people who may be werewolves off to his country estate and wait around to hunt whichever of them turns furry under the full moon. Further innovation: the Great White Hunter is played by a black actor. Overall this isn’t a brilliant comment on the human condition or anything like that, but for a high concept horror flick this isn’t bad. Mildly amusing