Strippers vs. Werewolves
September 25, 2012 (US DVD)
Lee Asquith-Coe as Vixens Punter
Robert Englund as Tapper
Steven Berkoff as Flett
Lysette Anthony as Jilly
Bill Murray as Ferris
Alan Ford as Harry
Once there were strippers, then there were werewolves, and when they encountered each other they fought. Strippers vs. Werewolves is the logical result. What is it about strippers and their quest against the undead? We’ve already had Strippers vs. Zombies, and strippers vs. all kinds of other things as far as I know. Somehow these strippers end up being the ones with the hearts of gold, and with a badass way with a shotgun, silver bullets and all. Who knew that strippers in the end would save the world?
The adventure begins for these exotic dancers when a stripper accidentally kills the leader of the werewolves during a lap dance. She happened to have a silver pen in her pocket, and when he started “looking scary” she stabbed him in the eye with it. Just wait until the next full moon ladies, because these werewolves are out for vengeance and thirsty for stripper blood.
Let’s face it, with a name like “Strippers vs. Werewolves” this film doesn’t pack the theaters with those expecting the next Citizen Kane. How interesting, then, when about 30 minutes into the film I exclaimed, “damn, this isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be”. Overall, considering the subject matter revolves around a band of strippers fighting a pack of werewolves, the story is pretty damn good – actually semi-believable once the requisite “suspension of disbelief” of horror is applied. So there are werewolves in this town who cause all kinds of mayhem once a month, and they get mad when one of their own is accidentally killed by a hot chick in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit and seek revenge. Not out of the realm of possibility.
This film actually has some credible character development, and a great subplot involving one of the strippers and her vampire-hunter boyfriend. I was actually buying it, and, damn it, found myself giving a crap when these heart-of-gold strippers were maligned. Go figure. The gore is pretty nice too – low budget, but certainly credible. Okay, the wheels partly fall off in the end, but it’s okay in this case.
Surprisingly, the one complaint is the pacing of Strippers vs. Werewolves… There is always a fine line to be walked when filmmakers decide to respect the audience enough to develop the characters, and if not done perfectly the action can drag a bit. Stellar performances by the actors in the film can sometimes compensate for this, but that didn’t happen here. None of the performances are horrendous, but certainly not Oscar-worthy, so these fine looking women couldn’t keep things humming along through a few lulls.
It was very cool to realize that one of the writers of this film is none other than Pat Higgins, an Indie filmmaker from the U.K. who we’ve had the pleasure of coming across here at BHM since the beginning of his career. One of the earliest Indie films we reviewed was called Hellbride, written and directed by Higgins, and that one eventually got distribution via Brain Damage films. Later Higgins sent us KillerKiller, which was an improvement over the last and also distributed via Brain Damage. Then came The Devil’s Music, a “documentary” that was very enjoyable and showed progress yet again. Higgins was responsible for another film titled Bordello Death Tales, but we didn’t get a DVR copy with the title written in black sharpie for that one (I guess I should be mad that Higgins has forgotten about me) but Strippers vs. Zombies is his next film after that, though now he has relegated himself to simply a writer’s credit rather than being the chief cook and bottle washer. (Higgins, if you see this, I notice you have another film releasing this year called Battlefield Death Tales, and I am going to imagine that my copy is in the mail).
About Strippers vs. Werewolves though, this one is better than you might expect. There is a liberal smattering of humor with a decidedly British sensibility, which admittedly I don’t always “get”, but for good Indie horror with enough camp, story and gore to keep things interesting, this film is a winner.