Films about werewolves always tread a fine line between the scary and the camp. If the likes of the Wolfman and Underworld cannot create convincing or frightening monsters, then what chance do small low budget films have? The

Furred Man skews the convention by building a story around, quite literally, a man in a wolf suit.
Bruised and battered Max (Daniel Carter Hope ) sits in an interrogation room dressed in a ghoulish fancy dress costume and covered in blood. Cross examined by police over the deaths of two campers, the furry man swears he can explain he’s not the real beast.

It’s easy to see why the film won the audience award at the Munich Film Festival. It’s a tale by fans for fans and engages quite a tale considering its sparse use of locations. Max is a likeable loser who tries to get some extra business into his inherited campsite by having some fun with the local lupine legend. All is going well unit his clientele end up in pieces and without even paying first.

The conceit is brilliant because Max is the victim of a Hitchcockian series of events that make the evidence pile up against him. His story seems as farfetched as your average old wives tale and he begins the story still in his bloodied garb as if he may have torn two people to shreds.  He seems bewildered at the accusation. Why he couldn’t hurt a fly, but that’s what we thought about Norman Bates.

He is the less convincing Lycan since Michael J Fox became a basketball genius in Teen Wolf and that makes his plight all the more fun, especially when it turns out that his tourist trap has brought the unwanted attentions of a real monster.

It’s pacy, features a clutch of performances that by using established theatre actors, jump above amateur to give their roles character. A seeming tight knit crew show they can make the best of a basic and well wrung idea and a small budget, which is always a sure sign of talent. Catch Max while you can and remember he doesn’t bite, or does he…..?