Although it gets off to a good start (with a prolonged "midnight stroll" through dimly-lit tunnels that culminates in a human sacrifice), SANTO VS. THE SHE-WOLVES just doesn't manage to generate much of interest beyond the opening sequence. There's an arena bout or two along the way (early in the going) for the die-hard Santo enthusiasts, but the makeup of the she-wolves more closely resembles the bearded lady at the carnival than anything in any way supernatural. In the Hammer films of yore, the stranger in town was always warned not to venture up near that there castle on the hill: in SANTO VS. THE SHE-WOLVES, the villagers go the Brits one better by actually stoning our hero when he comes knocking with questions about the local lycanthropes! Sure, we knew he wasn't going to be welcomed with open arms- but, jeez... The biggest disappointment, however, is the big werewolf assault on the hacienda that ends the movie: it's so badly underlit that it's hard to tell the villagers from the werewolves from the masked professional wrestler. Santo saves the day in the end, of course (by throwing the alpha werewolf off a mountaintop), but he's backlit by the rising sun, so he's little more than a silhouette when he does it. All around, pretty disappointing.
Review of Santo vs. the She-Wolves
