This is a presidential film with teeth. While traveling in Hungary, Jack Whittier, soon to be a member of the White House press staff, is attacked by a wolf. The wolf, it turns out, wasn't a was, it was a were. Back at a Pennsylvania Avenue party, Jack (played with full bemusement by Dean Stockwell) transforms into a fanged werewolf, taking the chatty wife of a Supreme Court nominee as his first victim. Unable to control his hirsute bloodlust, Jack continues his nighttime howls, writing the president's speeches by day. Slightly deranged himself, the president (Biff McGuire) won't accept Jack's resignation: a hellhound is just the thing to have around the Oval Office. It turns out that any amount of lycanthropic carnage can be tolerated if it serves this high office. Not recommended for the politically squeamish.