Strippers vs Werewolves is a British horror comedy that follows a pack of werewolves as they go on a revenge mission to a local strip club.
I’m going to tell you straight away; this is an appalling film. I mean, it was never going to be amazing, but on paper it had the potential to become an underground cult hit, or at least one of those ‘so-bad-they’re-awesome’ films that make great viewing over a take-away after a night out.
Don’t be fooled by Robert Englund’s name on the cover – he has a brief and irrelevant cameo which has been forced in shamelessly to pull in a few easily lead horror fans, which, I’m ashamed to admit, included me.
So they cheaped out on Englund, but they were on a tight budget. Now, glamour model Lucy Pinder, in a stripper movie. How could anyone get that wrong? Well, they did. She doesn’t take her top off once! Why hire someone who is famous for her topless pictures and awarding winning breasts, and then keep her clothes on! I mean, how much would it have really cost? Hell, she probably arrived on the set topless.
The writing is sloppy and dull, with unimaginative dialogue which is delivered flatly, with no emotion or attention to timing. The costumes and make up are terrible, I’m not sure if they made them deliberately bad in an attempt to add to the comic element, but it didn’t work, it just looks lazy and tacky. The production quality is substandard, getting noticeably worse towards the end. The sound production was especially amateurish, with noises delayed, sometimes by several seconds and the vocals out of sync. The films 15 certificate is a serious downfall.
There are a few parts that could, with some development, have been okay, but as it stands you’d struggle to find a worse way to use an hour and a half. I have watched some truly bad movies in my time, Strippers vs Werewolves has won itself a high-ranking place on that list.
Our Rating: 2.2 / 10