The Howling

Joe Dante came from the Roger Corman school of horror which means he knows how to make enjoyable, B-grade genre films, though not as well as say, John Landis and An American Werewolf in London. Dee Wallace (pre-E.T.) plays a reporter investigating a serial killer, she meets with him, gets injured, and recommended by her doctor to spend some time relaxing at an isolated resort. Of course, at this resort, there are some strang things going on, like for instance werewolves. It's mostly fun, if slightly dull at some points. Indie king, John Sayles, provided the script (no doubt to make money to finance his "real" films). As I mentioned, it's not as good or as campy fun as Landis' film, though it does boast an impressively porny scene of werewolf sex, and a couple of on-screen transformation scenes that must certainly push limits of practical effects (they're rather remarkable despite the fact that they take a couple of minutes as their victims stand there watching rather than running away). Actually, it's worth it just to see the likes of Slim Pickens and John Carradine in semi-werewolf form.