There are filmmakers who are famous for being so inept people watch their movies with a mixture of astonishment and amusement since the movies these floppers make wind up being so unintentionally entertaining by being so completely awful!
Added to the list of goofball filmmakers that includes Ed Wood, Uwe Boll, Tommy Wiseau and James Nguyen is David L. Madison who may not only be the worst of the bunch but also the one with the biggest ego.
Madison's previous entry was an indie horror movie shot on digital called "Mister Hush" that somehow got limited theatrical showings. The reviews from critics and audiences were scathing. The Fandango page for the movie is filled with furious reviewers who thought they bought tickets for a horror film, but instead saw a horrible film. One reviewer took to You Tube screaming in rage, ending his review with a frantic warning to "stay away!"
Unfortunately, Mr. Madison hasn't learned from his mistake and went and made another movie.
And this time he stars in it.
For every classic werewolf movie like "An American Werewolf in London" there are terrible ones like "The Werewolf of Washington" but the makers of that stinker are now officially off the hook. Madison has most likely made the world's worst werewolf movie.
The plot of this thing is a mishmash of every werewolf story you've ever seen. Madison plays the main character Hunter (get it?) who gets the mark of the beast in the usual fashion and then proceeds to become irritable with all those around him and proceeds to have unintentionally hilarious hallucinations while whining about his fate and seeking answers to what happened.
Madison's performance makes Tommy Wiseau seem like Kenneth Branaugh. He tries in vain to look like a leading man but has a voice that sounds like Kermit the Frog. David Naughton in "An American Werewolf in London" was cast because he was a dancer in great shape. David Madison doesn't move well and looks pallid, almost like he's matching the pale of the moon.
The actual werewolf effects look like they were bought from a Halloween store in a lonely strip mall.
This is the sort of movie ready made for a comedy group like Riff Trax to perform against, mocking it at every incompetent turn. Without the riffs, this feels like a very long eighty minutes or so to sit through.
David Madison shares many of the same traits as a werewolf in that they unintentionally turn the people around them into victims. In this case, the victims are everybody that worked on "Full Moon Fever".
