The Howling 3 starts out as a blazing cacophony of the absurd with a head scratchingly entertaining first 45 minutes or so, but then it sort of peters out as all the jumbled and insipid plot points play out.
Set in Australia this time, an American scientist is hunting down a story based on a video taken in the early 1900's of a werewolf being captured by tribal aborigines. At the same time, a sexy young werewolf girl escapes from her clan and her rapey step dad. She takes a bus to the city and falls asleep on a bench. A guy driving by sees her and chases after her to offer her a role in a movie that he's working on, which coincidentally, although it doesn't lead to anything, is about werewolves. They fall in love in about 15 seconds. The director of the movie is some sort of Hitchcockian/Andy Warhol hybrid. The guy and girl fall in love and make sweet love to each other, but only afterwards does he notice she has a pouch and a very hairy belly. At the same time, the scientist is invited to the ballet to watch a world famous Russian ballet artist who also just happens to be a werewolf. Of course he falls in love with her.
At points in the film both werewolf women get captured by the government and both escape once they transform. The werewolf outfits in this thing are like nothing you've seen, I mean, they look like....I dunno, human sized rats? It's pretty hysterical. Then the first chick delivers what looks like a hamster baby. Anyhoo, everything up to this point is so much silly fun, the army shows up and then disappears from scene to scene, there are scenes with the president of the US in what I'm guessing is supposed to be a gym, it's gloriously bad, but then as the couples start to run the movie just kind of drags as not much new happens and your just left with the dumb story for the second half of the film.
The Howling 3 is righteously horrible movie that at least has enough juice to reel you in, but then sort of just leaves you flopping around waiting for it to finish.
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