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When you hear the words "werewolf movie" what comes to mind??? "An American Werewolf In London/Paris," "The Howling," "The Wolf Man," or maybe even the lesser known "Wolf" starring Jack Nicholson? Those are all acceptable answers, but now there is a new spin on the old werewolf legend, and this time....no boys are allowed. The newest edition into the legend of the wolf features two death-obsessed goth chicks, Brigitte and her older sister Ginger, played with real believability by Emily Perkins and Katharine Isabelle. As the movie progresses you really develop a sympathy for the two girls as social outcasts, especially if you were there yourself in high school. Well things go from bad to worse on a full moon, when the girls are attacked by a hairy, slobbering creature that is never clearly shown. Ginger is savagely bitten by the creature and before you can say HOWL, begins to metamorphose into a kind of Girl-Wolf. Notice that I did not say Wolf Girl, as Ginger's transformation leaves her features predominantly human with only a couple of startling changes (at first). The movie features around Brigitte's efforts to protect her sister from herself and from hurting anyone else as she seeks a cure, surprisingly the obvious cure (silver) doesn't work. This is a clever, fresh film that turns the Werewolf Genre of films in a whole new direction.....and quite frankly, it's damned entertaining!!!! A must see. 7 out of 10 stars!!!

Years ago, Valerie Bates and her little sister Courtney were the soul survivors of a drill-wielding psychopath. However, the experience put poor Valerie in a mental institution, leaving her tomboyish little sister and the girls' mother alone to cope. That was years ago, however and now young Courtney has grown up to be a teenage knockout, who just happens to look like Crystal Bernard of the TV show "Wings" fame. She is struggling to live a normal life, despite terrible dreams involving her institutionalized sister, blood, gore, smoke and a James Dean-from Hell looking Rock N Roller, who just happens to use as his weapon of choice, GET THIS, a fire engine red guitar drill! She tries to put her dreams out of her mind by accompanying her girlfriends on a weekend of fun and partying, but her dreams go right along with her, as poor Courtney begins to have insane hallucinations involving the black clad shock rocker from her dreams. As this is going on, her friends slowly begin to disappear one by one. Can it be true? Has the Driller Killer been reincarnated as kind of a demonic Elvis Presley? Or is Miss Courtney Bates ready for a one way trip to the Booby Hatch? While this movie may not be (Ok, IS NOT) the greatest movie ever made, it does qualify as a KILLER B Movie (Pardon The Pun). Besides, let's be honest folks, who wouldn't want to own the Driller Killer's Guitar Drill? The Guitar Drill ALONE makes the movie worth seeing, and the gore sequences and fire special effects DON'T hurt.