As this latest episode in the age-old battle between strippers and werewolves plays out, I think we all know who the good guys are. Things have been quiet since the explosion of the Silvadollaz strip club back in 1984, but that all changes when one dumb brute goes all hairy during a private dance with “Justice” (Adele Silva) inside Vixen’s. One silver fountain pen to the eye later, a werewolf lies dead and Vixen’s owner Jeanette knows that her girls and her club are in danger. There’s not a lot of good you can say about werewolves, but you can’t say they aren’t loyal to their pack. Once they find out how their mate died, it’s on.
When these strippers signed on to dance, they knew they would have to deal with some potentially dangerous – even hairy – guys, but I’m pretty sure that werewolves were not mentioned anywhere in their contracts. Never underestimate a stripper, though – especially Justice, as she’s even able to turn a complicating and potentially disastrous complication to the girls’ own advantage. There are a few subplots that make this movie a little more interesting (strippers are people, too, you know) and there’s a fair share of comedy sprinkled throughout, but in the end it’s exactly what the title says – Strippers vs. Werewolves.
Here’s a list of things to be aware of before watching this film. Robert Englund basically has a cameo scene and that’s it; there’s not much in the way of actual stripping; and the special effects (especially the werewolf makeup) aren’t going to win any awards. There’s some blood and gore, but this isn’t really a horror film. It’s pure camp, and you probably already know whether you’re the type of person who would enjoy it. I thought it was pretty decent.