She's looking to breed, to start a new family.
While I was on vacation, I happened upon a dubious-looking direct-to-video flick entitled Werewolf: The Devil's Hound, which I picked up because hey, it was three bucks. That's the cost of a rental. Well, turns out my initial impression was correct because it's a rather sorry affair all around, but just as there's no crying in baseball, there's no crying over money wasted on crappy werewolf movies.
Right off the bat, The Devil's Hound puts the wrong furry foot forward by claiming that "The events that follow take place in the near future," which doesn't seem all that necessary since there's nothing in it that's even vaguely futuristic. (And considering it was released in 2007, the odds are good that its "near future" has already come to pass.) It also doesn't waste any time in revealing its poorly designed title creature, which looks like a white, long-haired yeti. After mauling a couple of unnamed Germans, it gets tranqued and packed in a crate so it can be shipped to some guy named Kwan, but instead it gets delivered to a small special-effects company in Connecticut owned by portly co-producer Phil Gauvin, who runs it with his son (Michael Dionne) and daughter-in-law (Tamara Malawitz). His wife, meanwhile, is the local vet (Jennifer Marsella), but the cutaways to her office reveal that she's more than that.
Since he's top-billed, naturally it falls to Dionne to be the one who gets scratched when the werewolf decides it's spent enough time in the box, and before long he starts exhibiting all the signs of the newly bitten: increased sex drive, heightened senses, voracious appetite, fast healing, and yes, all of a sudden he doesn't need his glasses anymore. He also starts running into a pale-skinned, leather-clad goth chick (Christy Cianci) whose identity isn't much of a mystery, especially after she eviscerates a homeless guy right in front of him. (What is a mystery, though, is what becomes of her black leather ensemble when she changes into the Abominable Snowman, or why Dionne does little more than grow fangs, sprout sideburns and develop slightly hairier arms when he wolfs out.)
Clearly lacking the wherewithal to make a straight-up horror film, writer/directors Gregory C. Parker and Christian Pindar stack the deck with a surplus of comic-relief characters, including Dionne's alien-obsessed brother (Adam Loewenbaum) and his vacuous girlfriend (Kirsten Babich), Gauvin's ultra geeky assistant (Michael Wrann), and the aforementioned Kwan (Lance Hallowell), who turns out to be quite the pratfall-prone buffoon when he finally shows up. Parker and Pindar also photographed and edited the film, which explains why it goes a little overboard with the creative camera angles and quick cutting. This is especially apparent in the climactic battle, for which Hallowell dons a set of leather armor that doesn't do much to protect him and looks damned silly to boot. Not that I expected any different at that point.
