We talk about its under-the-radar release, recognizable-but-not-huge cast (including Mariel Hemingway and Michael Paré), and how the movie feels like a bright, slick ’90s horror with occasional ’80s vibes. We praise the gore, the bold amount of on-screen werewolf action, and Steve Johnson’s practical creature effects, while criticizing the flat cinematography, weak characterization, and pacing that delays the central conflict until the final stretch. We compare it to the novel Thor by Wayne Smith—told from the dog’s perspective—and discuss how the film strips away that richer concept, leaving muddled motivations, odd plotting, and a rushed finale, though we still think it’s worth one watch for the effects and the dog.