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In the late 1800s, Canyon Creek, Texas has been visited by a roving gang of werewolf gunfighters. A mysterious man in black rolls into town with a personal vendetta and plans on putting an end to the gang of murderers. I’m so damn happy the werewolf makeup doesn’t take the Van Helsing route and charmingly runs more along the lines of Werewolf of Washington and Lone Wolf. That’s just fine by me. The mystery monster slayer kills the beasts, burns them, makes his peace and is cut down by a ninja (yes, a ninja) that he obviously has a history with. Now that’s how you open up a flick! After the credits, we join the action in the present day some one hundred and fifty years later. Following a big storm, a bunch of old wooden coffins appear next to a mutilated man in the middle of a small creek. You better believe those lycanthrope bastards are back but fortunately for us, the man who put them down has also returned from the grave. The kids who found the disturbing site claim that werewolves are to blame. The adults dismiss the claims but they’re gonna regret that soon enough. The gang of reanimated werewolves stumble across a biker gang drinking and partying and after some quick killin’, get themselves some wheels. The sheriff is dealing with marital issues, the sheriff’s daughter comes home from college to visit, her best friend Lucy falls for the mystery gunman and a welcome Sean Patrick Flanery is the scuzzy town mayor who has a history with the sheriff and is also banging his wife… YOWCH!!! Saloon fights, cgi blood, cowboy hats, begrudging team ups, a dimensional-traveling ninja called The Keeper, severed limbs, werewolf prostitutes, ripped out hearts and maybe even… love? Of course the fate of the world is on the line because if these things spread and evolve, that’s it for the human race. It feels like a vanity project for a producer who really wanted to be a cowboy and if that’s the case for Chad Michael Collins well, good for him. He’s got the brooding badass bit down (even if he looks like a less-rugged Zack Ward) as the monster hunter Colt. I mean, it still feels like trying too hard (ya never go shirtless under a bulletproof vest, nobody will ever take you seriously) but he’s way better at it than eighty percent of the folks that attempt it in these kinda flicks. Ted Ferguson from The Hopewell Haunting shows up as the town doctor and I was way more excited to see him than I probably should have been. Performances aren’t strong all around but they do lead to some hilarity where one probably should not be giggling but that’s a bonus in my eyes.
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