More Werewolves, And Yet Fewer

My friends and I watched "The Howling: New Moon Rising" as I said we would a few days ago. I knew it would likely not be good, but I was game to brave it anyway, even though I was growing less sanguine about the prospects of it even being watchable. I had been advised by someone whose opinions I respect that it was very bad, but that didn't change anything. We were going to watch it, because we said we were going to watch it.

It turned out to be by turns better and worse than I imagined. There's no question that it was a very bad movie. The actors didn't even qualify as actors. Indeed, the majority of the cast bore character names identical to their own. The film, set at some kind of country western biker bar, was weighed down by numerous songs by the band and contained virtually no werewolf action (which continued a trend from the previous few films). It was not good.

Still, it had some value to it. It rose above the minimum level of merit to be considered watchable. Even better, its story, troubled though it was, managed to tie in plot elements from several of the other films in the series. This makes it the only film to really make any such effort. It's also worth noting that some of those songs, though as much of a momentum-killer for the story as the sex scenes in a porn film, were actually pretty decent.

Having dispensed with that film, we are faced with just one more film in the Howling series. I'm led to believe that it is of a different character than the rest, and is closer to a Twilight film than it is to its predecessors. That piques my interest more than it diminishes it. Taking such a turn make not make it a better movie- it may actually make it worse- but it shouldn't have any impact on the film's watchability, which for me is the key thing. If I watch it, I may say so.