After one of your mad scientist types swallows a preternatural potion and transforms into a wicked werewolf, we get down to the nitty-gritty (and the titty) of what Lycanimator is all about…
Two squabblin’ couples, May (Cayt Feinics of Clownado fame) and Jeff (Jonathan E. Smith) and Brian (Kii Hornick) and Nikki (Briana Wyman) are heading out to a secluded… and dilapidated as all fuckity-fuck house (it’s a fancy-ass real estate term, trust me) they’ve rented along with their gal pal Allie (Karina Nieves).
Before they arrive they encounter the local doomsayer/deranged vet Niven (Joel D. Wynkoop in a suitably maniacal performance)… a real one-two punch of crazy right to your tender danglin’ orbs who tries to scare them away with tales of mad experiments and rampaging monsters, to no avail.
Any-fucking-how; our heroes arrive at that dread domicile, and while trying to sniff out some booze, they find that crazy concoction mentioned up yonder… and Jeff gets it poured right down his throat as a means of testing it’s safety. Spoiler: it ain’t safe.
Jeff starts to transform, and soon the night is lousy with fucked-up mutant rotting werewolf… fucked-up mutant rotting werewolf… fucked-up mutant rotting werewolf… poor bastard in a hot suit, werewolf power!
In a daring move sure to shock the ones of people reading this, I’m going to start things off with the negatives of Lycanimator; this flick is waaaay too short; with credits it runs like forty-one minutes. I was enjoying myself, and wanted this ride to go on longer, so to have it be so damn short was a bummer (actually, I guess wanting more of something isn’t really a negative. at all… ). Also, as with a ton of independent lower-budget fright flicks, the sound is as squirrely as a large gathering of many squirrels.
Now that all of that is out of the way, let’s talk about what tickled my putrid pickle with this one.
First of all, this monstrous movie plays out like an acid trip taken in a 42nd St. grindhouse theater back in it’s heyday. Hmm, not even acid… more like some trailer park chemical hodge-podge of skunk spray, Draino, and fermented apple cider; this shit will fuck you up down and dirty, but still give you some pretty ass lights to look at (think lurid Italian fright flick colors splashed over naked chicks and blood crazed beasts that have gone blood simple).
Speaking of “crazed beasts”, the titular Lycanimator is a fangtastic design featuring two levels of evolution… and it’s brought to life via the usual blend of “Oh look, a Toxic Crusader mated with a My Pet Monster” that one naturally comes to expect while experiencing classy-ass cinema; in other words I loved every inch of this furry fucker and he brought a grin to my fearsome face 13 miles wide everytime he was on screen!
Let me put a beastly bow on this shit pronto: Lycanimator is a fucked up fright flick with it’s heart on it’s sleeve, it’s budget and runtime low, and a lot of creature feature fun to be had!
Remember; you can find Lycanimator, and a veritable ass-load of freaky flicks, over at MVD Entertainment’s website!
