Set at the Vixens club, a strip bar located somewhere in London, one of the dancers is
shocked when the man she's giving a lap dance to (played by Spandau Ballet's Martin Kemp of all people) suddenly sprouts sharpened fangs and facial hair. Panicking, she stabs him in the
eye with a silver pen, killing him instantly. But strangely, when the body is examined by the door staff, it looks distinctly human.
Deciding that dead punters are bad for business, rather than call the police, the owners ditch the body after closing time. But it seems the young girl didn't imagine this guy changing into a werewolf, and now the rest of his pack, lead by a chap named Ferris (Billy Murray) are now out for revenge.
However, it seems that Ferris and his wolf-like companions may have bitten off more than they can chew with these plucky girls, as their boss Jeanette (Sarah Douglass) happens to know a thing or two about werewolves and as luck would have it, the boyfriend of one of the dancers is also an occult expert who tracks down vampires in his spare time. So as they barge into the bar after hours, they find the girls have a few surprises in store for them and are most definitely not afraid of the big bad wolves.
Also starring Adele Silver and pin-up girl Lucy Pinder, the film owes more than a passing nod to the likes of "From Dusk till Dawn", but with werewolves instead of vampires and a strip club instead of a biker bar. But sadly, the film proves to be less fun than the trailers would have us believe. Whilst there are some funny scenes and some likeable characters (most notably the nerdy occult expert who they call on for help), the film is unfortunately let down by its low budget, slow pacing and poor acting.
The end battle seemed really slow, like they were trying to make 5 minutes of action stretch to 15 and didn't know how to orchestrate the action scenes properly. Plus, considering the cast was mostly made up of regular TV actors and B-movie stars, the acting was dissapointingly poor, like they were reading the lines straight off the page. Even the more seasoned actors, like Steven Berkhoff and Robert Englund, who's appearances are little more than guest roles, appeared wooden in this.
Directed by Jonathon Glendening, who had previously worked on "S.N.U.B!" which suffered from similar problems. I wouldn't go so far as to say that the film is a total loss (what did you expect from a movie entitled "Strippers Vs Werewolves" after all?), but is another example of an interesting idea, badly done.
