Kaci is a photographer with an adorable pet pupper who suffers from nightmares of a past trauma. Said trauma ain’t your run of the mill diddlin’ by a creepy pervert, nope, this trauma involves the murder of his mama at the paws of a cheap-ass werewolf. That past is about to tie-in to the present as some folks have gone missing which will be bringing more horror to Kaci and the people he is friendly with (a vaping buddy, a model who likes him, a shrink with a bow tie and an elderly building owner whose office is wall to wall wood paneling). Are Kaci’s nightmares pointing to his own lycanthropy, is there someone else responsible for the string of savage (on a tight budget) murders or maybe it’s all just mental illness? Our hero cruises around on a bicycle (at his age it just reads like he’s had too many DUIs), the shoddy werewolf pops up in nightmares and the real world, Kaci confronts his mother’s ghost in a park (a hilarious encounter), vape-boy and model-girl try to figure out what’s going on with their mutual acquaintance and the action and drama plays out at the speed of slightly frozen molasses. It has its charms thanks to the unapologetically cheap werewolf and a cast comprised of folks who were probably coerced over a couple rounds at a local dive bar but that backyard aesthetic can only get something this lethargic so far. I still have plenty of respect for director and writer and editor and cinematographer and lead Michael Taylor Pritt for knocking out a werewolf film with ghost hallucinations, maybe three interior set locations and a costume that may have smelled like pee and definitely smelled like body odor.
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