"There's no such thing as safe sex with a werewolf!" is the most sensible observation in this silly schlocker from Wes Craven, scripted by Kevin "Scream" Williamson.

It features Christina Ricci as a TV producer who, in a Dave Eggers-ish way, has to look after her school-age brother when their parents died in a car accident. They find themselves mixed up in fangs'n'fur drama when something worryingly lupine flings itself against their windscreen. Occasionally enjoyable.