Starring Robert (I'll Make Any Cheesy Horror Movie You Throw At Me) Foxworth, this TV movie from 1978 lurches wonderfully along like a lycanthropic Magum PI. Foxworth plays an overworked man who begins to have unsettling dreams. Taking a vacation to a Hawaiian resort, he discovers that the sins of his ancestors have been passed down to him as a blood curse. Under the full moon, he turns into a werewolf who chews his way through the resort's guests before a final confrontation in a lonely jungle hideaway.

Also with Joe Perry, Charles Said, and Mystie-favorite France Nuyen.

Reasons for a ribald riffing?

1. Watching this film is like a tiki party/beach film gone so horribly, horribly wrong.

2.. Lots of hipster, swingin' '70s lingo.

1. One of the worst werewolves ever put on film. As a bonus, the film is completely out of circulation, so it may be cheap to acquire.
   

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