Except for the inspired transformation scene from man into beast, which I found metaphysically beautiful -- hey, only a horror aficionado can comprehend such a seemingly contradictory attribution -- this dreary piece of schlock artfully demonstrates to what dismal depths of tedium a film can sink, given the right combination of ineptness on the part of its clumsy direction, brainless script and a bargain-basement assortment of mannequins posing as actors. The ludicrous background music -- the worst ever composed (and performed, I suspect, by an "orchestra" of one) -- vividly calls to mind a constipated Peter Cottontail stalking (something or other) down the Bunny Trail.
But listen: For high camp...for sneering hoots of derision...for a film that rivals PLAN NINE FROM OUTER SPACE and NIGHT OF THE BLOOD BEAST -- in a nutshell, for a lesson on how NOT to make a horror film, WEREWOLF IN A GIRL'S DORMITORY is indispensable.
Own it at all costs! (BIG GRIN)
Joel Kovacik
But listen: For high camp...for sneering hoots of derision...for a film that rivals PLAN NINE FROM OUTER SPACE and NIGHT OF THE BLOOD BEAST -- in a nutshell, for a lesson on how NOT to make a horror film, WEREWOLF IN A GIRL'S DORMITORY is indispensable.
Own it at all costs! (BIG GRIN)
Joel Kovacik