Blood Bite VIII should come with complimentary silver bullets because you will want to put one through your skull before the closing credits. Our hapless hero/villain may have been able to draw the ladies with his furry abs in the first three installments, but age and beer have turned Diego from roguish bad boy to middle-aged trucker in need of a back wax. Lycanthrope lorists such as myself can only gnash our teeth for so long at the franchise’s dogged refusal to adhere to the moon phase requirements for metamorphosis. This is comic book tripe attempting to pass itself as gothic art.

Harold Hoisington IV, Flick Pic Magazine