He was just about the only American actor I ever saw who could do different accents.
Then we cut to a startled-looking owl as Jenny achieves La Petite Mort.
He sells this ridiculous movie and his unerringly ludicrous dialogue well past the point anyone should be able to.
The idea that films featuring scenes like this could receive a theatrical release as late as 1985 fills my heart both with warmth and bitterness at the passing of a better age.
Meanwhile, the character reading it has been bitten by a werewolf by this point and is unknowingly infected.
The process of evolution is reversed.