In all the annals of film history, I suspect that being a werewolf has never seemed quite so dull.

It’s tough to be hard-up for a good horror film, especially since so many of them aren’t.  I say this because today that there was a whole bunch of new horror films on Netflix, which is always a double-edged sword.

Sure, there’s more, but quantity isn’t the same thing as quality.  Take “The Howling Reborn,” for example.  It’s an attempt to relaunch a franchise that began with Joe Dante’s “The Howling,” a sublime horror film that for my money was better than John Landis’ “An American Werewolf In London.”

“The Howling Reborn” film isn’t terrible, but it isn’t that good either.

You can tell that this film didn’t take all much money because already an hour into it and I haven’t seen a werewolf that hasn’t been filtered through a shaky cam.

I get that making a movie is an expensive proposition, but I would have preferred to see one good werewolf get a few minutes, as opposed to (supposedly) more than one werewolf pop up for a second or so  though I suspect that those ‘multiple’ werewolves are the same werewolf, only at different times.  o

Here’s an odd scene, which reflects the mediocreness of this entire film:  Will Kidman (Landon Laboiron) is about to turn into a werewolf, and he wants to expose it to the world.  There’s a graduation going on–at night, which is a little odd, but whatever–and he wants to broadcast himself turning into a monster, so he takes off his shirt.

The broadcast is blocked by his mother, who has returned to force him to accept his lupine heritage.  Though the next time we see him, his shirt is back on, as if modesty were somehow more important that the potential werewolf army in the basement.

If you’re interested in seeing some werewolves, and you have already seen the original “The Howling,” or “An American Werewolf in London,” check out either “Werewolf” or “Teen Wolf” because either one is more hair-raising than this reboot.