Review – Howling 3: The Marsupials

Is there anything at all I really need to write about this picture? I mean, if the title alone isn’t enough to make you flee in terror, what could I possibly say that would talk you out of seeing it? Well, let me give it a try anyway. This is one of the most disorganized messes I’ve ever seen. The filmmakers don’t possess the talent, skill or experience to tell one story, and yet they’re apparently trying to weave two together. One – a Russian ballerina who must from time to time turn into a wolf-creature – could have worked out okay. But the other is about a young woman who escapes from a cult in the Australian Outback and somehow ends up acting in a low-budget horror movie. Unfortunately she has a shape-shifting problem of her own: she tends to turn into a Tasmanian wolf, an extinct creature that was once the world’s only carnivorous marsupial. Before the final reel runs out, we get “treated” to a fuzzy heroine with a pouch, stripey were-marsupials, rubber baby were-marsupials, happy hippie were-marsupial communes, and so on and so forth. See, the title really does tell you everything you need to know. Wish I’d skipped it