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Our boy Waldemar Daninsky (Paul Naschy, of course) heads to the Himalayas with an expedition as they search for the fabled Yeti, following in the footsteps of a doomed prior expedition. Yes. That very idea has me salivating as well. We get a quick pre-credits Yeti attack to let us know just what went down. The dead explorer leading the trip managed to send out a Yeti scalp and photographic proof to his elderly colleague who invites Daninsky to join him (along with the old man’s smoke-show daughter and obvious doomed lycanthrope love interest Sylvia). Bad weather halts their plans to journey into the mountains but a guide claims he knows a path through and our man of action decides to take him up on his offer while the rest of the team waits out the dangerous weather conditions. The famed adventurer and anthropologist Daninsky gets abandoned by his skittish guide and winds up in the clutches of two demonic nymphs who inhabit a cave our man is drawn into while braving the elements and noticing a light. It seems to be some sort of makeshift temple due to its standing as sacred ground. These sultry vampire-demon-ladies nurse him back to health and keep Waldemar as their sex slave for nefarious purposes. Some guys have all the luck. Not so lucky is their cannibalistic tastes which Daninsky stumbles upon once he can finally get out of bed thanks to a break from bumping uglies. He manages to slay both women with an arrow pulled from a toothy corpse they’re worshiping but he gets bit before dropping the last demon lady. You know what that means… we got a werewolf curse running through the veins! It’s exactly what happened on my second trip to Everest. While this nonsense is going on, the rest of the expedition begin looking for their missing member. A clan of bandits (remember, there’s always bandits in a Paul Naschy flick) stalking the expedition get taken out by the newly fanged and hairy Daninsky and then one of the expedition members gets his ass mauled. It’s ok, he was a rapist. Somehow, things get worse because a dangerous group of Mongols under the leadership of Sekkar Khan and his even more dangerous and scheming second in command Wandesa (the captivating Silvia Solar) capture the team and get to some shockingly gruesome (but not that convincing) torturing. Luckily, there’s a werewolf wandering around and his darker-than-usual ass (elevation?) has no problem tearing apart torture-happy jerks… but also innocent folks. Ya take what ya can get. He does get captured pretty quick and Wandesa has some sinister plans for the monster to help her gain a shit-ton of power. Yeah. I’m sure that will work out fine for the baddies. A yeti shows up near the end and tussles with the werewolf because eventually they remembered there was a yeti roaming the mountains. The plot may be built completely on convenience and Spain is about as convincing as stand-in for the Himalayas as wintertime in Illinois but that just adds to the charm. Boobs, beasts, beauties, blood and, of course, his barrel-chested majesty Paul Naschy check all the boxes for my Spanish horror shopping list. The usual doomed romance angle gets a happy ending this time out… I feel like Waldemar deserved the break.
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