Lone Wolf (1988) – John Callas.

Horror fans have endured a scourge of Hard Rock Zombies, rampaging Werewolves on wheels, so why not a surly, computer-hating, soft metalled, chronic-haired Lone Wolf? Cuz' Lone Wolf sounds better, good dude! Lone Wolf's High School hierarchical elements are frequently hilarious, as are the so-called class punks, patently indivisible from the boorish, micro-mulleted jocks, but the supposed school tramp delivers, Deirdre's (Ann Douglas) far spunkier than Eddie's (Jamie Newcomb)limp noodle bar band. The gumby plot adheres rigidly to the goodly folk of Fairview being predated by a wolf, or feral dogs, or mutant squirrels, but the irksome preponderance of conspicuously tight medium shots, and frustrating CU's, obscure the ability to 'ave a decent butchers at the hirsute, Colorado-stalking cad!

While Callas's wintry indie shocker remains a schlocky, but pretty fun B-Howler, it also exemplifies the inherent flaws of all low, no budget Werewolf chunk-blowers, y'all can't ever truly give rabid Wolf-fans what they REALLY wanna see! It's such a shame that no one ever thought of making gorily gourmandizing Gerbils a thing, much easier/cheaper to jerry-rig an awesome-looking full-body transformation of a bloody mental Gerbil than its larger arthropoidal cousin! It might not be a popular view, but I kinda dug on how the previously querulous Scooby Squad, temporarily put aside their tribal grievances, and courageously bound together for the almost gnarly Wolf hunt at the school dance.