One of those 80s efforts that inexplicably gets a free pass based on wrong-headed nostalgia. Even as a frothy fantasy caper, it falls apart: Why would being a werewolf automatically make Michael J Fox better at basketball? Are wolves known for their hand-to-paw coordination, jump-shooting ability and all-round court vision? And don't get me started on Styles, one of the all-time most infuriating sidekicks / knobs in cinema history. Michael J Fox made it clear at the time that he was embarrassed by this pre-Back To The Future effort - fair play to the fella, it's wretched.