Werewolves Don't Eat Brunch

Rage-fueled supervillain-cum-movie critic Mr. Satanism is back, with an entire book dedicated exclusively to werewolf movies. Why? Because he hates himself, apparently. See, despite being one of monsterdom's elite trifecta (alongside Dracula and the Frankenstein Monster) the werewolf hasn't been served too well by Hollywood, or anyone else, for that matter. (The only original Big G Monster Cereal to be permanently discontinued? Fruit Brute, the werewolf-themed one.) Seriously, name three truly great werewolf movies.
Congratulations, you've just named the only three truly great werewolf movies. There's plenty of crappy ones, though, and that's where this book comes in. Just don't read it by the light of the full moon, because werewolves may not eat brunch, but they're always up for a midnight snack. (In case you're not clear on this, that's you. You're the midnight snack.)