Way back in 1984 Alice Cooper got the opportunity to star in his first screen role. The role was that of Vince Roberts, aka Vince Raven, rock music star and potential werewolf. It's too bad that this Italian/US/Puerto Rican production, that was shot in Spain, was so bad. The idea on paper looks great, come on, Alice Cooper starring in a werewolf horror movie? Sounds like a perfect fit to me. Then again, you have an unproven actor, and you're surrounding him with rank amateurs. Ah well, I have to assume they knew what they were getting into. Or maybe not...
The movie opens with an Alice Cooper video, performing a song, one of two that was only available in this movie for years. It is one of the corniest, nonsensical songs I have heard in a long time. We quickly learn that he is unhappy with the way his videos have turned out of late, and therefore is going back to his home in the country, armed with his director girlfriend and fellow cronies to regain some inspiration. On the way he comes across the sheriff who warns him of a pack of wild dogs that have been killing people throughout the town, the warning is repeated to them by some crazy old guy who seems to know a lot of what's going on. They continue onto Vince's home to find the housekeeper missing, after fixing a tray of sandwiches, of course. The movie continues on as they are terrorized by the dogs, and a creature in the woods, not to mention the local lynch mob who had killed Vince's father years earlier and wish to now finish the job with Vince, who may or may not be the creature.
Words can't really describe how bad this is. The acting, if you want to call it that, is beyond bad. The movement is wooden, the dialogue delivery is as it were read from a book, the sets were overly simplistic. Back on the dialog for this dreck, it is dreadful, there is no grounding in reality for what is said, it just does not make any sense. The effects are rather poor, although there is an exploding head that was surprisingly effective.
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