“Werewolves” reveals itself as an under-budgeted B-movie that should have gone straight to home video, yet somehow had a theatrical release.

Before you know it, viewers gradually transform into frogs slowly boiled alive without realizing the dangerous heat enveloping them until it’s too late.

Not since “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre” has a genre movie’s title inspired such an accurate impression of the film’s contents as “Starve Acre.”

I imagine if the slim script were printed out on paper, there’d be so few pages that the short stack would seemingly disappear when turned sideways.