Well, with this movie we begin our tread through the muddy darkness that are the worst monster movies ever created. While the first Howling was a pretty decent horror flick, by the third entry the formula has been distorted into a muddled mess. And yes, you have read the title right - the "werewolves" of this movie aren't actually wolves but some sort of marsupial predators. There is also a sex scene that could be filed as crime against nature. All of your alarm lights should be blinking in terror by now, and for all the wrong reasons. In this feature, nothing is ever 'weird', 'wrong' or 'disgusting'. The protagonist goes on a mission of uncovering all the werewolves in Australia, but along the way meets a beautiful woman (marsupial) with whom he has sex despite the fact that her lower body is covered in fur. She has a pouch, too. After three days, she gives birth to his child - a small mouse-like creature that doesn't look even remotely human. None of these events make our protagonist wary of what he's getting into. The entire plot is laughable at best, but none of the things that happen in this movie come even remotely close to the glorious stupidity of the ending. After living secluded in the bushes of Australia for a while, the human/marsupial family finally decides to reenter human society and become actors. Actors. While I haven't been in the situation where I would have to hide my true identity from everybody just yet, I don't think that asking for attention would be on my to-do list. Our protagonist's wife is apparently being rewarded for being the best actress, but while on stage she turns into a were-supial for millions of people to see. Logical, right?
