During parties at his country estate, wealthy businessman and expert hunter Tom Newcliffe has had regular problems with a werewolf. His investigations suggest that it can only be one of six people who turns into the werewolf, so he invites them to his house for the weekend and by installing CCTV and not letting anyone leave the grounds, he hopes to catch the guilty party.
A brisk, mod-ish, silly British horror film that looks a lot better now than then, with a mix of old-fashioned monster business, fab 70s threads and Avengers-style weirdness. Polo-necked Great Black Hunter Lockhart, bored with the usual safaris, sets out to trap a werewolf by inviting a group of sinister suspects (including a young Gambon as a possibly lycanthropic pianist and Charles Gray as a blustery diplomat) to his remote mansion during the full moon and going after the beast in a helicopter gunship loaded with silver bullets. Werewolf expert Cushing explains the mythology and Anton Diffring gets his throat torn out. In widescreen, with a “werewolf break” to let you guess who the monster is.
A good-looking and entertaining British horror film.