I walked in 20 minutes until the end of some movie called "The Howling" which was unbelievably, hilariously cheesy.

A-he-he-hem. I feel that I must point out that The Howling is in fact meant to be a comedy, and was also directed by cult auteur Joe Dante, the man who brought us such lovely things as Gremlins, Gremlins Dos: La Nueva Batch, and uh, Small Soldiers.

Now I'm watching "The Beast Must Die."

AKA "Black Werewolf." Part of the short-lived blackspoltation-era Blackula knock-offs. Actually not a terrible movie if you ignore the plagiarized 10 Little Indians plot and ridiculous intermissions and just focus on Calvin Lockhart taking names and kicking ass shooting at dogs painted like wolves.