It’s hard to believe that Joe Dante’s THE HOWLING (1981) turned 30 years old this year. Adapted from Gary Brandner’s 1977 werewolf novel, the film set a new standard for the werewolf creature feature thanks to both John Sayles and Terence Winkless’ smart script and Rob Bottin’s jaw dropping werewolf special effects. For my money, it is still the werewolf movie standard and better than John Landis’ AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON of the same year due to the virtue of actually having a plot (yes, LONDON basically has no plot). THE HOWLING proved to be a success at the box office, taking in over $17 million (on a $1 million budget) and being Embassy’s third highest grosser that year (behind good company TIME BANDITS and ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK). A successful horror film in the 1980s can only mean one thing – sequel! Unfortunately, the only returning production member for the sequels was Steven A. Lane, who must have been the guy who originally bought the Brandner book rights as he curses the credits of each successive sequel with an executive producer credit. And let's just say they were definitely aiming for the quantity over quality standard when it came to the seven subsequent sequels (!) that have cursed audiences ever since.
Before we dive into HOWLING II, let me tell you a little true story. My father used to be a VHS maniac (so that’s where it came from) and would fill our home with whatever he saw on sale. Ultimately oblivious to the taste of me and my sister, he would grab anything that looked like a horror movie as long as it was $19.95 or cheaper. This resulted in some truly odd viewing (HOBGOBLINS!) but we always were appreciative of his efforts. Well, except for one time. The only film we’ve ever told our father to return unopened was HOWLING II. I specifically remember scolding my dad like Tom Atkins did to his son in the opening of CREEPSHOW (1982): “The next time, buddy boy, I see you with a worthless piece of shit like this again, young man, you won't sit down for a week.” Okay, I wasn’t that hard on him, but I should have been because HOWLING II is just awful. It was an instrumental learning experience from my childhood: it taught me that all horror films featured in Fangoria ain’t going to be good, that horror legends just might not have integrity, and that there is truth in the saying “there’s a sucker born every minute.” Sadly, this sucker kept going.
HOWLING II opens with a shot that immediately said “I’ve got a bad feeling about this” to my 11-year-old brain. We open on a shot of space with a superimposed Christopher Lee babbling some nonsense about abominations on Earth. Uh, what? The film proper starts with the funeral of the original film’s heroine Karen White (Dee Wallace Stone wisely chose not to return) in Los Angeles. In

To say HOWLING II…YOUR SISTER IS A WEREWOLF (full title) is a disappointment would be a huge understatement. It is as if director Philippe Mora watched the original THE HOWLING and said, “I’m going to do everything exactly opposite of this flick.” To give you an idea of how confused this production is one need only look at the screenplay. Author Gary Brandner actually wrote a direct sequel to his HOWLING novel in 1979, but this sequel completely ignores all of that. No big deal, right? Films always deviate from the source material. The problem is Brandner was a co-writer (alongside Robert Sarno) on this film’s screenplay! How wrong headed is a production when they get an author to abandon his own source material? And there is some howling-ly bad dialogue to boot. Who can forget this classic exchange?
Jenny: “You see that dwarf staring at us?”
Ben: “Yeah.”
Jenny: “Should we follow him?”
Ben: “Why not?”
Now lines like that are funny by themselves, but now imagine muscle head Reb Brown saying them. Bad dialogue can be forgiven though if we get some good werewolf transformation effects though. Nah, Mora can’t be bothered there either as a majority of the effects consists of superimposing growing hair over tensed fingers and cutting to shot of a really bad werewolf mask randomly (see pic).

Sybil Danning topless:
And me after seeing that Danning pic:
Mora sensed the public backlash to his inferior sequel and promised to do right this time with the next sequel, HOWLING III: THE MARSUPIALS. Speaking to Variety about the third HOWLING entry, Mora said in August 1986, “I want to set the record straight with HOWLING III. It will be a better film, commercially and artistically.” Returning to his adopted homeland of Australia (I’d like to think he was banned from the U.S. due to HOWLING II), Mora set about setting the record straight alright – straight into the dumpster. Having the luxury of unintentional laughs didn’t extend to my revisit of Mora’s second sequel as the third film is pure misery from start to finish. Amazingly, Mora manages to no only top the lackluster werewolf effects of HOWLING II (an incredible feat, believe me), but he also manages to make a bad Australian film (I can see Tom’s blood pressuring rising). That takes a special kind of talent.

Kidnapped by her sisters, Jerboa is dragged back home with Government types in pursuit. Also following them is Donny, who has found out that she is carrying his baby. Jerboa gives birth to a “cute” little werewolf before the Feds arrive and take everyone back to study. Jerboa escapes into the outback, finds Donny and they are soon on the run from some hunters who are hell-bent on catching them (why they are even after them is never explained). Meanwhile, back in the lab, Beckmeyer quizzes Thylo and Olga about their lycanthropic nature. When an order is given to destroy the werewolves, Beckmeyer takes sympathy on them and breaks them out (yeah, you are suddenly supposed to feel sorry for rapist psycho Thylo). This on-the-lam trio returns to the outback, where they are quickly reunited with Jerboa and Donny. Hunting our werewolf family now is a team of Government mercenaries (which consists of two guys). Thylo suddenly turns bad again and leaves the group to kill the guys following them (he turns into some kind of huge wild boar looking thing). This allows Beckmeyer and Olga to fall in love and – in the span of 5 minutes – we see 15 years pass as they have children. Jerboa and Donny also leave with their were-son and move to Hollywood to become a famous actress-director couple. The whole thing ends with Jerboa winning an award for best actress and turning into a werewolf during her acceptance speech.
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Me during HOWLING III re-visit |
And, my God, the werewolves on display in this one are a sight to behold. I’m starting to wonder if Rob Bottin stole Mora’s girlfriend or something as the director seems intent on completely ruining the special effects legacy of THE HOWLING. Don’t let that colorful cover fool you as you’ll get nothing like that in this

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