Night of the Howling Beast (1975)

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Waldemar, the renowned adventurer, joins an expedition to find the Yeti in the Himalayas. While hiking the mountains, he’s captured by two cannibalistic demon nymphets guarding a remote Buddhist temple and becomes their sex-slave. They transform him into a werewolf setting him loose to roam the mountain where he encounters a sadistic bandit.

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One of Naschy’s grisliest werewolf outings

More werewolf action from the ever-prolific Paul Naschy, this one takes place in the Himalayas and has Naschy doing battle with some evil cannibal chicks and a cruel band of outlaws who live in the hills and enjoy torturing any would-be prisoners they happen to come across! While it’s not up to the standard of earlier Naschy films I enjoyed like WEREWOLF SHADOW and CURSE OF THE DEVIL, this film still has plenty going for it, including a fast pace and lots and lots of mindless violence and action to keep things moving along nicely. All of the elements required to enjoy a cheesy B-movie are present and correct and there’s even more sex and violence than ever before. Naschy gets the chance to insert some really sleazy moments of lust and torture into the brew, elements which caused this film to be banned when the Video Recordings Act came into play in the UK the early ’80s.

While the plot might be similar to earlier Naschy werewolf flicks the transposition of the action from some European locale to the snowy mountains is a clever one which makes this film interesting to watch and sets it apart from the rest. Despite the dingy print which was released in Europe, this film still manages to build up some suspense and feeling of isolation in the snow-enshrouded icy wastes. Those expecting a lot of Yeti action will be disappointed though, as the title is a bit of a cheat; the Yeti only turns up in the first few opening/closing moments of the film. For the most part it’s typical fun with shoot-outs, attempted rape, multiple fights, and torture keeping things moving along at a pace which prevents boredom setting in. The film also manages to be frequently exciting, especially in a few of the climatic fight scenes between Naschy and the bald-headed creeps who live in the mountains. Naschy is very active in this film too, jumping all over the place as he leaps on his victims.

The acting is typically serviceable, and unfortunately Naschy is given little to do other than go through the paces here; there’s nothing in his performance which he hasn’t seen in other films. However some of the cast do well, especially the villainous baddies and Silvia Solar, who is pretty good as a ruthlessly wicked sorceress who gets off on torturing innocent girls. The gore is all right but spoiled by the darkness of the print; the only explicit moment comes where a girl has the skin cut off her back (for use as a treatment for the chief bandit’s own skin problem!). Altogether, this is predictable Spanish fare, not particularly bad but not brilliant either. Watchable yes, unmissable, no.

Yeti, Vampires, a Werewolf…

Waldemar (Paul Naschy), the renowned adventurer, joins an expedition to find the Yeti in the Himalayas. While hiking the mountains, he is captured by two cannibalistic demon nymphets guarding a remote Buddhist temple and becomes their sex slave.

This film ignores the events from the earlier films “The Fury of the Wolfman” (1970) and “Curse of the Devil” (1972), and provided an all-new origin for Waldemar’s lycanthropy, having the curse transmitted by the bites of not one, but two, vampire women! The mix of supernatural creatures is certainly a good deal of fun.

The film was banned in the UK by the BBFC under the Video Recordings Act of 1984 and was featured on the “Video Nasties” list. It has allegedly never been released in the UK. But for us lucky Americans, the film is now available on Blu-ray from Scream! Factory. It is fairly bare bones, with no commentary or other features, but we do get to choose between English and Spanish, which is nice.

A delightfully bonkers Paul Naschy Spanish horror hoot

This fabulously flipped-out fright feature is the eighth and most outrageous in Paul Naschy’s ongoing Waldermar Daninsky werewolf horror series. The picture begins on a solid note with a rousing pre-credits yeti attack sequence. Naschy, as sullen and brooding as ever, joins an expedition in Tibet to search for the legendary reclusive beastman. Naschy gets lost during a storm, stumbles across a cave were two beauteous libidinous cannibalistic bisexual sorceress babes resides, has sex with the chicks, and snuffs them both out (but only after one honey gives him a bite that plants a werewolf curse on poor long-suffering Paul). Pretty soon Naschy’s getting all hairy and homicidal whenever the moon becomes full, killing expedition members and brutish highway bandits alike with grisly abandon. Naschy meets a wise, friendly monk who promises to remove the curse if Paul does a little favor for him first: Naschy has to dispose of a wicked warlord and the warlord’s especially nasty hench wench, who’s a malicious bitch who gets her warped jollies out of skinning lovely young lasses alive!

Just when you think the movie can’t get any loonier, the abominable snowman makes a belated appearance in the action-packed last reel. The yeti abducts Naschy’s lady love. Paul in furry werewolf guise and his equally hirsute foe then engage in a ferocious claw-to-claw, thingo-a-thingo, fists-and-fur-a-flyin’ physical confrontation in the simply stupendous grand finale. Director Miguel Iglesias Bonns treats all the silly supernatural shenanigans with gut-busting seriousness. Naschy’s convoluted, insanely overplotted script doesn’t make a lick of sense, thus adding substantially to the overall campy fun. However, the lack of narrative coherence is more than made up for by the generous sprinkling of lurid sex and gratuitous nudity, copious gory bloodshed, wall-to-wall mondo freako action, lovably crummy transformation f/x, handsome scope cinematography, and a quick cameo by the ubiquitous Victor Israel, the Mr. Cellophane of Spanish horror cinema, as a scruffy mountain trail guide. A total rib-bruising riot.