The Boy Who Cried (Whined) Werewolf (1973) #badmovie
This stupid movie was released at a time when cheap drive-in horror schlock was common, but seeing it years later makes me cringe. It’s about a family’s father, who is struck by the curse of a werewolf, after being bitten while hiking in the forest with his son. The annoying kid keeps telling everyone what’s really going on but no one will believe him. It’s exactly as the title describes.
This movie is obviously low-budget, but it really shows in this one. The acting is terrible, and is especially bad for the kid character, who is in a LOT of scenes. This means there’s a lot of terrible dialogue delivery. At one point I had to turn off the sound. The kid’s voice was just grating to my ears, that’s how bad this is.
The only good parts of this movie are toward the end, whem The Dad Werewolf tangles with a bunch of hippies and free-love-dope-smoking idiots. I half expecting Bob Dylan to rush out and shout, “Heeeey, what’s with all the growling? Relaaaaaax.”
This movie was released to the drive-ins in 1973 as a double-feature with another movie called Sssss. Yes, seriously, that’s what it was called. It was about snakes. Big surprise, right? The rest of the plot is pretty silly and not worth reviewing in detail, but the cast is surprisingly good. Strother Martin and Dirk Benedict starred together in Sssss, which was Benedict’s second film of his young career. He would later become famous as Face on the A-Team television show, which is probably one of my favorite shows of my childhood. This was Universal’s last gasp at double-features, and I can see why. This duo lost money. They stopped making double-billed crap like this afterwards.
The Boy Who Cried Werewolf has no comparable cast to Sssss, but it does have a better director. Nathan Juran doesn’t do some of his best work here, but the make-up and the setting is at least good. He has a wide range of classics and crap on his resume, starting with How Green Was My Valley in 1942. After that, it’s all downhill. Still, some of the best B-Movie classics were under his direction, like 20 Million Miles to Earth (1957), The Deadly Mantis (1957), and Attack of the 50 Foot Woman (1958). Werewolf is Juran’s last film. He went back to television afterward, and that was probably for the best.
Overall, Werewolf was pretty stupid, even when I had the sound off. I will say the make-up is some of the best, but the acting and the dialogue just ruins the mood. The Werewolf runs around the hippie’s camp at one point in what was probably supposed to be a scary scene as everyone runs for cover, but it only comes off as comical. The only good thing I learned from watching and reading about this movie is that I have to check out Dirk Benedict in Ssss. This one is forgettable.