I retain some weird affection for the very wayward run of Howling sequels that straggled out of the 1980s into the ‘90s – each one seemingly made on a different continent, and jamming werewolves into a different sub-genre … hence the Australian one with marsupial lycanthropes, the old dark castle one, the carnival one with vampires, the one with more line-dancing than throat-ripping, etc. In the last month or so, I’ve seen two recent werewolf films that could easily have been pitched as entries in the series, down to the preference for big hairy man-in-a-suit monsters over CGI. The other one is Hunter’s Moon, which seems to have gazumped this Canadian project’s original title – prompting it to poach its monicker from the well-remembered 1982 were-cicada movie.
In the grand old tradition of The Beast Must Die, it’s a whodunit as well as a monster movie – though the script by Matthew Campagna and Rudy Jahchan fudges things a bit by throwing in an extra culprit (I think it all adds up, but we need periodic flashbacks to establish who did what to whom). The creature effects are okay, with darkness covering a lot of sins, and there are a few script felicities – a speech by one long-lived hunter about the way that social media has evolved into a tribe, but failed in one crucial aspect (‘you forgot to keep the wolves out’) – though a voice-over explanation gets a bit heavy-handed at times. It’s no breakout hit, but I enjoyed it.

