New blood doesn't hurt!
Making this sequel a teenage horror film with actual werewolf footage was what the franchise needed after a shameful series of unappealing flops. This is the most mainstream Howling film since the original and, although it’s nowhere near great, it is a much better and more accessible picture. It has a nice visual polish, is written with efficient structure and pace, and we get an interesting cast.
It’s hip, young, fresh, fun, funny and it avoids the werewolf filmmaking pitfalls where its predecessors failed. The threat, here, partially involves the main protagonist realizing he is cursed by lycanthropy and fighting it at the best of his knowledge; knowledge he is spoon-fed with as much as we are by means of tedious procedurals.
This is a streamlined version of the Howling material. It treats its sexuality, nudity and taboos with more class than any of the previous ones. Sadly, it manages to do so by using neo-teen movies like Twilight and Warm Bodies as template, as if a guarantee for success among the teen crowd. This namely means you get too much romance, melodramatic whining and not enough scary moments.