You'd think that the Scream team of director Wes Craven and writer Kevin Williamson would be on safe ground here. Given their track record, a groovy little werewolf flick with its tongue firmly in its cheek should be meat and drink to Wes and Kev by now.
Well, there is some fun to be had if you're in an undemanding frame of mind. The dependably weird Ricci, with her baleful gaze and pale, lunar expanse of forehead, is perfectly cast as a feeble TV publicist transformed into a minxy mantrap after being mauled by a werewolf. The peppering of arch references is present and correct (Lon Chaney's Wolf Man makes a guest appearance in wax effigy) and Scott Baio turns in a delightfully squirm-inducing cameo as a sleazed-up version of himself.
On the downside, though, Cursed drastically confuses not taking itself too seriously with being downright silly. There's some howlingly awful dialogue and, at the crucial moments, the special effects are shoddy. Giving your CG scare-babe centre-stage when you've clearly got ILM dreams and a pantomime-horse budget is a big mistake - and Craven should know that better than anyone.