Take one very typical werewolf story, remove everything supernatural, and replace with heaps of psychoanalytic theory. Presto! You now have yourself a Bloody Legend, with a literary conceit (in the form of dramatic readings of Beowulf passages) desperately trying to lend the proceedings a bit of gravitas. Actually, those passages of Beowulf are the most atmospheric and creepy of the entire play, which is otherwise notable only for the unintended comedy of the world's most incompetent mental health professional ("Why, no, it never occurred to me that those gruesome mutilations could have some link with the violent man who comes to in torn, bloody clothing every morning, why do you ask?"). Note to aspiring writers: never interrupt your terrible story to remind people of much better stories. A dreadful mess that still manages to be a tedious bore.