Title and cover art notwithstanding, for the first half hour I wasn't even sure I was watching a werewolf movie. Instead it appeared to be some kind of desert Southwestern drama about rednecks tippy-toeing up to the verge of sexual assault. Though I recognize the shape-shifting sub-genre's potential for sexual savagery, this is less The Howling and more beer-swilling assholes on any given Saturday night. Even when the fangs and fur do finally emerge, they're a bit on the lame side. The result doesn't come anywhere near justifying the two hour running time. See if desperate
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