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uspiria · 11 months

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Night of the Werewolf (1981) dir. Paul Naschy

#night of the werewolf #paul naschy #horrorstills #horroredit #filmedit #1980s #horror #spanish cinema #caps #*#*notw #1000

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fitsofgloom · 2 years

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The Bite of Monsters

#night of the werewolf #el retorno del hombre lobo #paul naschy #julia saly #spanish horror #euro horror #1981

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weirdlookindog · 2 years

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El retorno del Hombre Lobo (1980)

#el retorno del hombre lobo #night of the werewolf #paul naschy #silvia aguilar #julia saly #1970s movies #waldemar daninsky #horror movie poster

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splatteronmywalls · 1 year

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#horror #horror films #horror film #night of the werewolf #1981

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bens-things · 2 years

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Night of the Werewolf (1981) dir. Paul Naschy

#Night of the Werewolf #El retorno del Hombre Lobo #Paul Naschy #movie night #spooktober

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moviesandmania · 2 months

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THE NIGHT OF THE WEREWOLF (1981) Reviews of Paul Naschy's best film!

The Night of the Werewolf is a 1981 Spanish horror film that is the ninth in a long series about the werewolf Count Waldemar Daninsky, played by Paul Naschy. It was briefly released theatrically in the US in 1985 by The Film Concept Group as The Craving, and more recently on DVD and Blu-ray as Night of the Werewolf. At an outdoor trial in the 16th century, Elizabeth Bathory and several witches…

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#1981 #Alejandro Ulloa #Elizabeth Báthory #film #movie #Night of the Werewolf #Paul Naschy #Return of the Wolfman #review reviews #Silvia Aguilar #Spanish #The Craving #werewolf

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watching-pictures-move · 6 months

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Movie Review | Night of the Werewolf (Naschy, 1981)

I sometimes think about Paul Naschy and weep with admiration. He made a dozen movies where he realized every man’s dream: being surrounded by beautiful women and running around in a big spooky castle dressed up as a werewolf. You know that meme about what peak performance looks like? One needs only to pull up any number of screenshots from these movies of Naschy garbed in billowy shirts and pantaloons, looking like an angry teddy bear to understand. The man is an inspiration.

Now, this is only the second of these that I’ve seen after The Beast and the Magic Sword, and I’d say it’s about as good as that one. The other movie has the novelty of its Japanese setting, and this one has the novelty of pitting Naschy’s recurring werewolf protagonist against Elizabeth Bathory, in the same spirit of those comics where Batman fights Dracula or whoever, our beloved hero against another famous character, preferable one in the public domain. Both of these movies were late in the series, so I assume these were ways to distinguish the premises from earlier instalments.

Now, this has a lot of things I love in movies: a medieval execution opening, a rustic country setting, a nice castle, lots of wind, lots of billowing curtains, lots of fog (it doesn’t matter whether it’s indoors or outdoors), sexy vampire ladies played by an assortment of Spanish beauties who emote through intense stares, widened eyes and bared fangs depending on the situation, and of course, a werewolf with cute little teddy bear ears. Any movie that has all of these things is automatically a good movie (and I suspect the larger budget on this relative to the rest of the series allowed for them all to be squeezed into the same movie), but what I can appreciate that Naschy knows how to put it all together in an entertaining package and bathe most of the scenes in a golden glow that makes it all a touch more alluring.

If anything, I’m a little moved by the conviction with which he plays all this, as he seems to sincerely believe in the power of the material. When Hollywood was tripping over itself to depict werewolves with state of the art special effects, Naschy opts for the old school approach of dissolves and furry makeup. Even the spicier elements (sex, blood) are in sufficient quantities for flavour but not so much that they overwhelm. And while Naschy is perhaps not a great actor, he commits to the emotional throughline and underlying tragedy of the material, even attempting to emote from underneath his werewolf makeup.

#film #movie review #night of the werewolf #paul naschy

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blacjaq1 · 7 months

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classichorrorblog · 7 months

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10 Movies From The 1980s To Consider For October/Halloween

#Horror #Filmedit #Horroredit #An American Werewolf In London #Beetlejuice #Evil Dead 2 #Friday The 13th Part 3 #Hellraiser #Killer Klowns From Outer Space #The Lost Boys #A Nightmare On Elm Street #Night Of The Demons #The Thing #CHB #10 Movies To Consider #I am not saying that these are the best or that they are my favorites.#Just 10 movies that I think are worth watching for the season.

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theharpermovieblog · 1 year

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I watched The Night Of The Werewolf, AKA: El Retorno Del Hombre Lobo, AKA: The Return Of The Wolfman (1981)

A dubbed version of a werewolf movie from Director Paul Naschy.

Paul Naschy is a Spanish Actor, Writer, Director, etc... Seen as a true king of Spanish Horror Cinema.

The only other Paul Naschy film I've seen was Horror Rises From The Tomb. I bought it on VHS at a local Halloween store as a kid. I remember nothing about it other than the VHS was grainy and almost unwatchable.

Executed long ago a werewolf returns from the grave to take a love.

This is the kind of foreign film you should see at the drive in. It's very Grindhouse, poorly dubbed, cheaply filmed and edited, but somehow has a bit of late night magic.

Three gorgeous women head into the ruins of an old castle, where the werewolf lord of said castle has just been resurrected by accident. There's a bit of blood, a deformed servant, boobies, gothic style settings, cheap (but awesome) werewolf makeup, vampire women. Everything you'd expect from a movie like this is here. Putting it on during a Halloween playlist wouldn't be a bad idea if you're into this sort of thing.

The plot isn't really all that confusing, but it's definitely scrambled a bit due to the choppy storytelling. At some point, just having the vague idea of what every character wants and needs is enough.

If you're not into old school Spanish, Italian or Mexican horror, this definitely isn't for you. It's pushing itself along with very classic style atmosphere and music and trying to bring a bit of blood into spooky old horror. There is laughable character development,no real building of relationships and it's 15 minutes too long. However, as a person who likes spooky old style foreign horror, this was pretty watchable for me. I like the candlelit softness of some of the shots, the abysmal sound design, the slow but consistent pace. I'm not saying it's good by any means, just that it scratches and itch for me.

In no way do I recommend this movie to anyone but my exact double. But, if you are like me and think lady vampires getting covered in blood is cool, try it out.

#paul naschy #night of the werewolf

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uspiria · 11 months

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Night of the Werewolf (1981) dir. Paul Naschy

#night of the werewolf #paul naschy #horrorstills #horroredit #filmedit #1980s #horror #spanish cinema #caps #*#*notw

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sprout-fics · 10 months

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Werewolf König holding you down -or up- by your hips and just fucking you like an absolute fleshlight while he’s lost in the moon sauce. Send tweet

The monster Konig thot energy has been so strong recently here what-

(Werewolf sex, Mentions of breeding, Size difference, Werewolf dick, Possessiveness, Reader getting her shop wrecked)

“K-König, g-gentle-”

It’s a plea gasped against the darkness, one that echoes softly into the forest, muffled by the sounds of the werewolf above you, bent over you, pressing you into the damp leaves and soft soil. His massive frame above you brackets you in on all sides, one bulging forearm braced well above your head, the other securing your hips flush to his, dragging you back with every brutal, snapping thrust that has him burying himself deep inside you.

König huffs in your ear, doesn’t respond to your plea. Yet his hips do slow from their vigorous, powerful thrusting to something mildly resembling gentleness. König still doesn’t try to keep himself from drilling the tip of his monstrous shaft against the curve of your womb, rolling his hips in a dizzying onslaught that has fire brimming in your blood. Your fingers curl into the soil in a vain attempt to ground yourself, face pressed nearly flat against the forest floor, ass hauled high in the air, skirt shoved up around your waist where it bunches under his claws.

Gods, you must look a mess.

Your eyes are glassy with pleasure, with the intoxicating, delicious drag of his girth from your velvety walls, clinging to him with every retreat. The sensation alone is enough to make you shudder, make a consuming heat pool low below your belly. It fissures outwards, tracing along every nerve ending, rendering you boneless against him as he maneuvers you to his whim. With every roll of his hips to meet yours there’s a wrecked rush of air that exhales past your swollen lips, teethed raw by your vain attempts to contain your moans. Drool pools at the corner of your mouth, brow scrunched in suffocating pleasure as the monster above you drives into you with wild abandon.

There’s a whine, broken and pleading that tears at your throat, his warm breath fogging your nape, your shoulder, where he has to restrain himself from seizing your tender flesh between his teeth. Anything to satiate the beast inside of him, to tame the growling, rampant fever that stalks in his bones with the feral urge to claim, to breed.

There’s a pause for a moment as the beast growls into your ear, and the sound alone has you whimper, pliant and submissive under him like a pup. You don’t dare move, knowing König will only press you back where he wants you, cave to his desire to have you how he wants you. You go willingly, surrender to him and the monster coiled within his frame. The moon above you both hangs yellow and full, gleaming like the untamed glint in the eyes of your strange lover.

König withdraws completely, and the loss of complete and utter fullness is so startling that you whine, try and press back to chase him. Yet the weight across your shoulders vanishes, and instead two massive paws come to grasp below your hips. With his terrifying strength König lifts you, has you fall back against his broad, hairy chest with a shuddering gasp. Your hands fall to grasp the fur on his arms, anchoring yourself even as the world spins around you, the cool mist a balm to your feverish, sweaty skin.

Yet then you feel the tip of him catch against your stretched entrance, and there’s little warning before Konig lowers you down.

The moan that ruptures from your chest cracks your voice, cunt fluttering helplessly around his girth, stretching you wide around him. It isn’t long before König resumes his previous pace, battering against you as skin meets skin, as every thrust has a cracked cry bubble up inside you.

“You are mine.” He growls in your ear, teeth skimming dangerously over the exposed flesh of your shoulder, threatening to add to the litany of marks there from his previous claims. You grasp at him, drag him closer as the teeth press down into the skin. “Nobody else.”

“My mate. Mine.”

#werewolf! König #konig smut #konig x you #konig x reader #könig x reader #This is so filthy I swear-#thursday night thots

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peachesfuzz · 2 months

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Need ugly Remus fics this is torture ugly people have rights you know

James: what about this one *points at the prettiest girl*

Sirius: um no

James: oh okay, this one! *points at the prettiest boy*

Sirius: something not right— oh this one! *points at the ugly, tall, asymmetrical werewolf*

James: I fucking see it

Remus: