You know your monster movie's in trouble when the villain isn't even born until the 30 minute mark. This minor horror flick is notable for Oliver Reed's appearance as the title creature, but the adaptation of The Werewolf of Paris (which moves the action to Spain) never amounts to much, because little ever happens in the story. Our antihero starts hunting goats during full moons when he's just a kid. Later he moves on to the residents of his village. Naturally this leads to a lynch mob, but even that doesn't raise the temperature more than a few degrees.
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