The Howling (1981)

We start off -- with almost no explanation -- watching a woman who is going to meet a guy who's been stalking her. We gather that she's a newswoman and she's doing this for her show. She's got a team listening in, but the wire goes dead like they do and she's suddenly on her own in a sex shop with movie booths. There's a BDSM porno playing and a man with a truly repellent way of moving his tongue in her booth and then cops show up and start shooting and I didn't know what the hell was going on, just that I was having no fun at all. But, good news, she can go on a retreat with her husband to recover. But, wouldn'tcha know it, it's not so much a retreat as a werewolf convention. Womp womp.

Though the end scene was pretty smart, on the whole this was a ridiculous, disjointed film with some truly hilarious special effects (my favorite of which was the poorly animated werewolves fucking by a fire). I mean, was this ever cutting edge?

D-