In my slothful state of inertia today, I watched UNDYING MONSTER. Boy, is that one a turkey! I kept hoping the werewolf would kill the wisecracking detective and put me out of my misery. I also liked the fact that everyone in the movie was British, or seemed to be, except for the good mid-Atlantic accent of the detective from Scotland Yard. I think I'd like to read the novel it's based on since I doubt there's any way it can be as lousy.