accattone74 Just when you thought you couldn't see a wackier film than Assignment Terror, along comes this little gem. Having taken two years off from portraying Waldemar Daninsky (last been seen in 1973's slick snooze-fest El Retorno de Warpugis / The Curse of the Devil), Naschy is back – wilder and woollier than ever. The plot is one of those day-dream plots of Naschy's, utilizing almost every possible archetype and genre cliché possible, combining them in a way that seems ludicrous but ultimately pays off through sheer audacity. La Maldicion is devoid of the romanticism and lyricism of some of the previous Waldemar outings, this time being all about sleaze, exploitation, garish lighting, outrageously ridiculous costumes, and budget- constrained effects. The plot concerns are nothing to take lightly, as Waldemar must battle not only his long-time nemesis Wandessa (yes, the bitch is back… again), but also a murderous Mongol chief, a pair of cannibalistic sorceresses, and a rampaging yeti. Shot by the more-than-capable Tomàs Pladevall, La Maldicion could be, arguably, the last, great gasp of campy Spanish horror. If true camp is accidental, achieved only through failure or lack of intent, then La Maldicion is camp in the truest sense of the word. Once again Naschy attempts to make his ultimate adult monster movie—and fails. Full of nudity, sex, graphic violence, and unpredictable plot twists, La Malaicion features Naschy's favorite gimmick – to put heretofore uncombined classic heroes and villains all in one script. The werewolf, the vampire, the adventurer, the witch, the monk, the Hun, and the yeti all conspire to make this one lively film, as preposterous as it is full of plot holes. Of course! Its very preposterousness proves Naschy's magic – no one else has ever made the ludicrous so watchable.

TVM-Liveforever A professor sets out to find the Yeti and organises an expedition to Tibet however a member of the team is attacked by a strange creature and is turned into a werewolf. One by one the expedition is killed with only the professor's daughter the only survivor ands it is she who will witness the Werewolf and the Yeti's life and death struggle.The Werewolf And The Yeti as it was called here in the UK starts off as a pretty standard adventure/horror but gets more & more silly as it goes along. The adventure side of the story is far more interesting and far more possibilities than the horror, but its the weaker story aspect that wins out in the end & that is a shame. Paul Naschy plays the werewolf (for the 7th time) and is actually OK, the others are also fine but no more, Vandessa has to seen she's hilarious, the violence is hardly extreme or graphic but does have a skin peeling scene that is a little bit stronger and the "battle" between the 2 title characters is a little but disappointing. The pace is what really hurts the film though, first half is desperately slow at times and will challenge all but the hardiest Euro horror fans and the dubbing is also terrible.Although a video nasty this is hardly your average "gore flick" and those looking for that will be disappointed if you can find this very rare movie. Overall watchable but no more.

HumanoidOfFlesh In "The Werewolf and the Yeti" we follow the renowned adventures of Waldemar Daninsky across the Himalayas as he is out on an expedition to find the Yeti.Waldemar ends up getting lost in the mountains,where he meets two cannibalistic sex starved nymphos in the cave.Sleaze comes thick and fast as Naschy becomes sex slave of the women.As a result he turns into werewolf,who wreaks havoc in the mountains.The final battle between him and the Yeti is a laugh riot.Cheesy and dumb trash with a healthy dose of nudity and a little bit of gore.One unfortunate woman gets her back skinned in the film's most gruesome scene.The acting is bad and the special effects are even worse.6 out of 10.

Woodyanders This fabulously flipped-out fright feature is the eighth and most outrageous in Paul Naschy's ongoing Waldermar Daninsky werewolf horror series. The picture begins on a solid note with a rousing pre-credits yeti attack sequence. Naschy, as sullen and brooding as ever, joins an expedition in Tibet to search for the legendary reclusive beastman. Naschy gets lost during a storm, stumbles across a cave were two beauteous libidinous cannibalistic bisexual sorceress babes resides, has sex with the chicks, and snuffs them both out (but only after one honey gives him a bite that plants a werewolf curse on poor long-suffering Paul). Pretty soon Naschy's getting all hairy and homicidal whenever the moon becomes full, killing expedition members and brutish highway bandits alike with grisly abandon. Naschy meets a wise, friendly monk who promises to remove the curse if Paul does a little favor for him first: Naschy has to dispose of a wicked warlord and the warlord's especially nasty hench wench, who's a malicious bitch who gets her warped jollies out of skinning lovely young lasses alive! Just when you think the movie can't get any loonier, the abominable snowman makes a belated appearance in the action-packed last reel. The yeti abducts Naschy's lady love. Paul in furry werewolf guise and his equally hirsute foe then engage in a ferocious claw-to-claw, thingo-a-thingo, fists-and-fur-a-flyin' physical confrontation in the simply stupendous grand finale. Director Miguel Iglesias Bonns treats all the silly supernatural shenanigans with gut-busting seriousness. Naschy's convoluted, insanely overplotted script doesn't make a lick of sense, thus adding substantially to the overall campy fun. However, the lack of narrative coherence is more than made up for by the generous sprinkling of lurid sex and gratuitous nudity, copious gory bloodshed, wall-to-wall mondo freako action, lovably crummy transformation f/x, handsome scope cinematography, and a quick cameo by the ubiquitous Victor Israel, the Mr. Cellophane of Spanish horror cinema, as a scruffy mountain trail guide. A total rib-bruising riot.