The Curse Of The Werewolf


A lacklustre lupine horror

The Curse of the Werewolf review

Handsome yet ponderous offering from Hammer, set in late 18th Century Spain.

A cute orphan grows up to be Oliver Reed, given to regrettable lupine activities come the full moon…

The pacing is comatose and the mythology half-baked – all you need to turn lycanthrope, it seems, is to have had unhappy parents.

We don’t even get to see the beast until the final 10 minutes – and then it’s mostly full-face close-ups of Ollie with added horsehair.

Hard to believe it gave rise to much screaming, even back in 1961.

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