"She was kind of crexy, though."

I'm not sure how it slipped my mind, exactly, but somehow I've been writing this weekly horror movie blog for almost a year and I've not talked about werewolves yet. I must correct this oversight before Halloween, and I will start right now.

This week's Thursday Thriller is Little Dead Rotting Hood.

This 2016 Jared Cohn film is about a girl named Samantha (Bianca A. Santos) whose grandmother has been training her her whole life to fight wolves. When a wolf chews Samantha's throat out, Grandma (Marina Sirtis) decides it's graduation day and buries Sammy with a red cape and a sword, then slashes her own matronly wrists and bleeds out on the grave.

In town Grandma was known as the Wolf Lady for reasons which never seem sufficiently examined by the sheriff (Eric Balfour), who should maybe have at least dismissed the coincidence that when the Wolf Lady died, wolves start attacking horny college students around town. He could have said something like, "Ha! That doesn't even make sense that those two things could be related. I need some sleep," just to show he was dialed in and looking for any clue he could find. Instead Sheriff Adam organizes a wolf hunt, during which he and his deputies are set upon by ravenous wolves, only to have a necrotic Samantha turn up and fight the wolves off with her razor-sharp claws.

Little Dead Rotting Hood isn't the best werewolf movie I've ever seen. It's a bit on the silly side without swinging too hard for that self-aware irony indie filmmakers seem to think covers up their lack of budget and storytelling ability. It's a cheaply made film with a cameo from Counselor Troi, some barely passable computer-generated effects, and a hot chick with a sword. It's watchable, and it streams on Netflix.

Don't forget to mention Little Dead Rotting Hood at the ticket booth this weekend for $2 off your admission to The Devil's Attic.