Made for TV, Moon of the Wolf tracks a Louisiana sheriff's investigation into a young woman's murder. In the course of this he has to deal with the hot-headed antics of the murdered woman's brother, the ravings of her bedridden father, and the fact that his killer demonstrates the ability to rip iron bars out of a brick wall.
The true nature of the killer should be obvious from the title. The sheriff, of course, doesn't have the luxury of knowing that, and spends most of the run time completely oblivious to what's going on.
This is not a bad little film, actually. The identity of the killer isn't hard to guess, but I don't think it is supposed to be. The movie's only drawback is its TV budget. The werewolf (gasp! spoilers!) makeup is pretty terrible. One thing I especially liked is that the sheriff himself refuses to buy into the whole werewolf idea, even when he finally has it explained to him. He consequently barely features in the climax of the movie. Instead, it is his sorta maybe love interest who confronts the werewolf and (with a small but regrettable dose of deus ex machina) overcomes it.
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