This feminist piece of Italian sex horror art features lizard rape, lesbian rape, regular rape, red paint, heaps of sex, and walks on the beach.
Werewolf Woman opens with a naked chick dancing on some dirt and writhing around on the ground in a makeshift pentagram-ish set; which the audience is to assume involves a satanic ritual. That scene sets up the rest of the film nicely as nudity is gloriously rampant.
A young woman is brutally raped leading her to become a recluse much to the chagrin of her father. The young woman begins to become obsessed with her family’s lurid past, which involves an ancestor who was supposedly a werewolf. The young girl begins to think she is a werewolf also by association, which the audience is never sure of, and begins to rip throats out at an alarming pace.
The woman goes to therapy and is raped by a lesbian, who she promptly kills and then goes on another killing streak until she meets a man that melts her ice cold werewolf heart. They fall in love and she, for once, doesn’t eat his throat, though she does thankfully still like to be nude.
The happy couple lives together in a perfect world of musical montages until, wouldn’t you know it, she is raped again and her husband is killed during a home invasion.
Now shit is ‘on like Donkey Kong.’
She goes on an absolutely brutal killing spree against her rapists as these women always do in rape-revenge genre flicks. The version I watched was dubbed terribly – why can’t I seem to find foreign films with a subtitle option? I hate missing out on the actor’s actual performance.
This one stands out due to the psychological theme that plagues the viewer and the young woman – is she really a werewolf or just a crazy who has bad luck when it comes to rape? Either way she gets revenge and teaches humankind and lizards everywhere that rape is wrong – even if the woman has a nice set of hairy jugs.
Snore Factor: ZZZ