Teenage Wereskunk! Bum-buum! Teenage Wereskunk! (You have to sing it to the tune of The Who’s “Baba O’Riley,” the song that everybody and his kid brother knows as “Teenage Wasteland,” to fully appreciate it.) Somehow or other I’d managed to miss this one. I AM A TEENAGE WERESKUNK is exactly what its title suggests, and if the title alone doesn’t make you want to see this one, then we can’t be friends anymore and you need to go home now. Don’t come back for dinner. It’s a werewolf movie, only instead of a wereWOLF the guy turns into a wereSKUNK. And if that fact alone isn’t enough of a selling point—which it is—the guy’s transformation isn’t triggered by the full moon, but by horniness. And, as writer/director Neal McLaughlin states, a teenage boy is horny “damn near all the time.” And the guy first gets turned into a wereskunk not by being bitten by one, but by being sprayed by it. (Are we sure Larry Blamire didn’t have a hand in this one?)
Says McLaughlin: “Once I’d decided on having a were-thing as the center of my story I went through every animal I could think of: Werebear, werepossum, weresquirrel, weremole, etc. Everything. And while the idea of a weregoat or a werepenguin still delights me, ultimately a wereskunk felt like it had the most comedic potential.” I’d have to say he’s right on that one. And I love that the film is set in the 50s, the era that it parodies. (Wish it was in black and white, though.) It looks like a blast. Get a copy for yourself here.