Then, about a third of they way through, they introduced Scott Baio playing himself. I thought, werebaio tops werericci! Nope. Bupkus werechachi.
Craig Kilborn was in it too, but I don't care if he's a werekilborn. Which he wasn't!
Roscoe enjoyed the movie more than I did because lots of dog's barked. Every time dog barked he charged the TV and barked back. He was scared during the part where a golden retriever changed into some kind of werewolf/dog confusing hybrid. He hid under my legs.
If you're going to make a bad, cheesy monster movie, at least use what you have! I mean if Scott Baio, playing himself, had been the king of all werewolves this movie would be remembered forever. Instead, they half-assed it.
Where has all the quality crap gone?