Review – She-Wolf of London

A-hoooo. She-wolf of London. A-hoooo. Just doesn’t have the same ring to it. Nor can this picture hold a candle to Werewolf of London. A young June Lockhart stars as a recently-betrothed woman who fears that she can’t get married because she’s a werewolf. Within the first ten minutes even the dimmest audience member has figured out that she isn’t really a lycanthrope but rather has fallen victim to a scheme by her “aunt” to drive her crazy in order to inherit her property. Which of course immediately raises the question, “if you’re willing to brutally slaughter innocent victims in order to do your ‘niece’ out of her inheritance, why not just kill the poor woman directly and be done with it?” The only pleasure to be had with such movies is the faint glimmer of hope that somehow it isn’t going to turn out exactly the way you think it will, a hope perfunctorily dashed by this mercifully brief outing. See if desperate