Continuing the tradition of reviewing “Vs” movies, I take a look at “Strippers Vs. Werewolves”. I was expecting a bottom of the barrel horror movie with boobs. Maybe that’s why it surprised me as much as it did.
This is about the EIGHTH movie I have watched in with “Vs” in the title. The vast majority of which have been pretty terrible. Exceptions have been Freddy Vs. Jason, Tucker and Dale Vs Evil, and most recently and quite surprisingly, Strippers Vs Werewolves. I guess that’s what happens when your expectations are so low.
The movie starts off with a striptease. Why not get right to it? As the stripper, Justice, dances around, a man in a suit sits oddly uncomfortably in a chair and watches. He clearly gets more and more excited as the dance goes on. At one point the man turns into a werewolf and attempts to attach Justice. She quickly stabs him in the eye with a pen, a silver pen.
Scott and his werewolf buddies, including the “Alpha wolf” Jack are waiting for their friend to arrive so they can go out for a night of drinking, partying, and probably killing. Mickey never shows up and the group goes on the hunt for him.
These two stories naturally intertwine, with bloody results. It’s a bit deeper than that, but only slightly. As Scott discovers that his fiance is a stripper and not a nurse at an animal hospital, and Justice learns that… well her fiance is a werewolf. There’s also a small story in there about one of the strippers trying to me more boring in order to have a relationship with a guy that hunts vampires, speaks 14 languages “including fox” and is clearly meant as the comic relief.
Going into this movie with the clear memory of how atrocious “Strippers Vs. Zombies” was, I was not expecting ANYTHING out of this movie. Aside from gratuitous boobs, buckets of blood, and terrible acting. What I got was a movie that had all those but was actually stylized enough to stand out. Some of the actors you will no doubt recognize from other movies like Alan Ford, Sara Douglas, and Robert Englund. Or, as most people will remember them, Brick Top, Ursa, and Freddy, respectively.
There were a lot of boobs to be seen in this movie, but surprisingly with the word “Stripper” right there in the title, they weren’t just thrown in everywhere for no apparent reason. The majority of the movie the girls aren’t dancing around and everyone is relatively covered up. Imagine that. Everyone in the film has a natural accent, aside from Englund. This oddly lifted the movie several notches past terrible from the jump. As I said, there was a lot of style in this movie. Maybe not original style, considering it was bitten (no pun intended) from Guy Ritche’s movies, but it set Strippers Vs Werewolves apart from other films that present their movie the same boring way. Oh, and Lucy Pinder is in this one as well. Which brings up the fact that all of the girls were very attractive. I say that knowing that it makes me sound like a pig, but hey, when casting a movie about strippers, it’s best to get girls that look natural in the part.
Strippers Vs Werewolves, at least in my opinion, is a testament to setting your expectations so low, it’s hard for them not to improved upon. Sure the writing is pretty boring, and the entire plot twist wasn’t really surprising at all. The acting was decent enough for a movie about strippers fighting mythical monsters. It’s not the best movie I have seen with “Vs” in the title, but it damn sure isn’t the worst either.
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