OK, I'm just going to cut to the chase because we have a lot of ground to cover. The film opens with "Hungry Like The Wolf" by Duran Duran, and then Martin Kemp from Spandau Ballet takes a silver pen to the eye. I'm not sure what that has to do with strippers.
I'm not sure what that has to do with strippers, either, but that's not important right now. Sadly, some vaguely werewolf/stripper-related plot happens I think, and I'm left with a couple of questions. First of all, when you mutilate a corpse, should you wear a headband? And second, do werewolves wear tracksuits? I'm not sure, and I don't think I want to know the answer.
Anyway, I'm no authority on werewolves, but IMHO, these are fine examples of werewolves:
And these are NOT good examples of werewolves:
And definitely No.
I have been told by my children that the film franchise Twilight contains at least one shirtless werewolf named Taylor Lautner. I don't know anything about that, and I don't want to. You cannot convince me otherwise, regardless of the fact that I once reviewed one of the films in the franchise.
Anyway, the werewolves with the glued-on muttonchops and the B-squad of exotic dancers with the phony eyelashes do what werewolves and strippers are expected to do in any film promising an epic battle between werewolves and strippers, which is examine their relationships.
For a really long time.
I mean a really long time.
In conclusion, Strippers Vs. Werewolves is a lot like Snatch meets Notting Hill, only with strippers.
Well, more strippers. Or werewolves.
Actually, I don't know. Were there Werewolves in Notting Hill?
Maybe there was one.