The Curse of the Werewolf (1961)

I'm no expert on Hammer Films, but this seems to be a quintessential Hammer production with a quintessential Hammer director and a bunch of Hammer regulars.

In the twenty-minute long opening scene, a beggar is forced to make a fool of himself for the grotesque entertainment of a cartoonishly morally corrupt marquess and his ethically devoid court, much to the dismay of the marquess' empathetic forced-bride. You would think this is setting us up for a fable full of moral questions and quandaries, but it absolutely is not.

The beggar gets thrown in the dungeon and forgotten, growing unhumanly hairy in his old age, but otherwise lacking any other werewolfy characteristics. An unnecessary voiceover explains that he unnecessarily befriends a prison guard's young daughter.

When the daughter grows up, the now-zombified marquess tries to rape her, she is imprisoned with the hairy beggar for resisting, and the hairy beggar rapes her.

When released, she is taken in by a local couple who nurse her back to health and assist her in giving birth to her rape-baby. She dies during childbirth, and the couple adopts her baby. The growing child seems to have some health problems, which his adoptive parents solve by putting bars on his windows and doors.

Forgetting all about how he needed to be caged, his parents send him off into the world to get a job. He is employed by a local winery, where his job is to fill and cork wine bottles. He fills and corks the engaged young lady next door, too, which you would again expect to have some sort of significant ramifications, but it really doesn't.

Turns out, he still needed to be caged. A local strumpet takes him home for some evening boot-knockin', but, sadly for her, he turns out to be one of those strangling werewolves. He strangles his best friend and coworker, just for good measure, then runs home to his parents' place.

When he returns to town for no particular reason, he is immediately imprisoned. His beloved girl next door doesn't care about his lycanthropy, and fights to have him freed. His parents, on the other hand, are more concerned that the prison won't hold him.

The prison does not hold him.

He runs around on the rooftops while the town goes all Frankenstein on him with their pitchforks and torches.

He ends up in the belltower, cowering uselessly away from the donging bells, while the town hunter takes absolutely ages to line up a point-blank shot with the silver bullet he cast out of a crucifix earlier in the film. The wolf does a backflip and then a roll to die.