Review – Mexican Werewolf in Texas

I’m guessing somebody in the distribution company slapped a name on this picture, because the actual filmmakers seem to have enough interest in Mexican culture to be able to tell the difference between a werewolf and a chupacabra. I ping-ponged back and forth throughout the movie. Every time I started to think about turning it off, a clever twist or valid point about race relations would lure me back in. But whenever I tried to actually enjoy the experience, the terrible acting, weak editing or other production problems would shove me away again. Mildly amusing