Kino-running, Werewolf Women of the SS edition

Well, not quite. Oh, how I wish.

But! Movie #4 was Howling II: Your Sister Is a Werewolf, shown at the Alamo Drafthouse with Sybil Danning in attendance. This may or may not be the best of the Howlings, but it is definitely the most hilariously awesome, being full of Chris Lee and Sybil Danning (and her breasts) and more gratuitous werewolf sex than you can shake a stick at. These things make up for a lack of all characterization and any sort of plot follow-through.

And now I have Sybil Danning's autograph. We would all like to look so hot after 60. I really want to go back tomorrow night to see Chained Heat, but it's a midnight show and my need for sleep may prevail.

I really need the song from the HII soundtrack, though. It would be such a highlight in my collection of 80s cheese.

The wages of Sybil Danning...

Are plague, apparently. Today I am sick. At least I held it off through the holidays, if not all the way till my sick leave kicks in.

So I have skipped puppy school yet again tonight, but like hell I was going to stand around in a cold field and yell at dogs. Instead I have tea and soup and bed, and the annoying urge to write something with werewolves in*. Proper werewolves that are creepy and scary and awesome, not obligatory love-interests.

And speaking of awesome, I neglected to mention Marsha Hunt as a vital ingredient of Howling II's awesomesauce, but she is indeed a key component. Omghawt!

*An urge not helped by reading the wiki summaries of the Howling books. Wow, they sound boring. Which immediately triggers my "I can do better than that!" instinct. Go away, instinct, go away. I have deadlines this year.