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AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON review
Folks... I’m in tears.... I just wrote a 2400 word
review of AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN
LONDON that.... I thought was one of the best
reviews I have ever had the pleasure to write. Now...
Now it’s 0300 hours in the morning. My energy still
feels high, but I know that my spirit isn’t what it was.
But... Because I so love this film, and I’m still on a
high from watching it, I’m going to write a wholly
new review for the film. Who knows... perhaps it’ll
be better, though... sigh.... It’ll teach me to back up
more periodically.... sigh....
Tonight, here in Austin, I had the pleasure to partake
in the Tribute to John Landis that is taking place at
the Texas Union Theater on the University of Texas
campus. A holy theater that introduced me to many
of my favorite films and memories. And on this
night, it would give birth to the first time my ADULT
eyes have witnessed AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF
IN LONDON on the big screen.
The event planners have tried to find a print but due
to the horrible and criminal idiots at UNIVERSAL, it
turns out that there is no existing theatrical print to
rent out. Is this true? I mean... How can something
like this happen? I mean, shouldn’t the studios have
at least two prints of every film they’ve ever made
that can be sent to any theater at any time it puts in a
request?
Now, the event folks had to resort to an adapted
scope print of the film in 16mm that was created for
the hearing impaired. The print was old, it was
scratched up, it had stains, it was glorius!
As a child I first saw this film in the Fox Theaters
here in Austin. (This theater is no longer with us, but
is now a hive for fucking Mercedes Benz’ to be
purchased) I loved the FOX, it was where I saw
RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK, SOMETHING
WICKED THIS WAY COMES, BLADE RUNNER,
ROCKY III and many of my other favorites.
But the place I most strongly associate this film with
is the ol Drive In that I attended so often that I can
still imagine the feel of the gravel beneath my feet. I
can close my eyes and see the sea of cars, the poles
with two speakers, the gigantic screen, the playground
in front of it. The aura of the city in one direction and
above an ocean of stars and an oasis of moon.
I remember sitting out there in my folding chair
leaving Mom and Dad in the car... I was too old to sit
between them, and I certainly wasn’t going to sit in
the back seat. Sometimes I crawled up onto the roof
of the vehicle. Sometimes after I’d seen a movie 14
times and knew the dialogue I’d go up into the weedy
set of swings and become a human metronome
keeping beat with the movie.
I loved watching this movie in a swing.... feeling air
push past my face during the ‘tube’ sequences was
just... bliss.
I own the film on DVD, TAPE and it is etched into
my conciousness.... Nurse Alex has been an idol for
deviant worship for many years. I’ve never been to a
hospital and been treated by a nurse, but if and when I
do go... God, I hope it’s in England, and I hope she
looks like Jenny Agutter.
This film. AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN
LONDON is simply one of my purest joys, and this
was my chance to see it again. The audience was a
bit sparse, no doubt due to the lack of press from
either THE AUSTIN CHRONICLE and THE
AUSTIN AMERICAN STATESMAN. I mean,
here’s a festival of incredibly entertaining films...
Movies that formed a generational conciousness, and
there was practically zero press coverage for the
event. AICN seemed to be the only folks that cared,
and that hurt.
I mean, here’s this quaint little theater that fostered
the coolest of cinema in the darkest of periods in
Austin’s dark ages... Before the Dobie got cool,
before the Village showed the unusual, before the
Drafthouse existed. This tiny little place gave birth to
many a person’s love for Kurosawa and Fellini. It’s
where I fell for them, as well as Harryhausen and
George Pal. Now this theater is nearly dead.
Abandoned by the University, spurned by many of the
film groups in Austin, and is the last bastion of hope
for a struggling University Film collective to foster
projectable cinema on campus.
And at least on this night, and with this festival they
are going unseen and unnoticed. What a travesty!
For in this hallowed hall this night bayed a wolf,
flapped a breezy piece of butchered neck and movie
mayhem was had by all who attended.
If I hadn’t been personally contacted by the folks at
the University I would have missed this event, and
that blame my friends falls upon the film department
editors of the local papers. Many citizens locally
depend on them as their sole source for this much
needed information.
I mean... My god, if I didn’t hear about this event till
after the fact, I’d be at an almost riot level of anger
towards the local film scene. I’m not sure if some
sort of weird political stuff is afoot, but... for
crissakes, the AUSTIN CHRONICLE was founded
by film geeks that started the original programs that
existed in this theater 27 years ago.
Sigh.... Sorry folks, my other review focused strongly
on the movie, but this just hit me. I needed to vent.
Despite the lack of a packed auditorium, despite the
destracting subtitles.... the film still rocked my world.
I love this movie, I love the perfect friendship
between David and Jack. SO real.. SO honest.. SO
sarcastic. The gallow’s humor, the black wit, the
sorrow of parting friendships.... All tonally perfect
items which pleased me to no end.
There’s the relationship between Nurse Alex and
David. I mean... To find a cute British Babe wearing
a Nurse outfit, with a Mickey Mouse bendie, repros
of posters on her walls, and a wonderful shower built
for two...
Then there is the perfection of the art which belongs
to Rick Baker. Rick is unparalleled in his artistry.
The work he does in this film is immense. The
raising of the spine, the extending of the hand, the
elongating and narrowing of the feet... My God... CGI
has so far still to go, and it will always need the sound
effects and the anguish... the feeling of being ripped
apart, the sounds of the cartlege twisting and
reforming, the stretching of bones... Can you imagine
the horror?
I mean, I don’t know about you, but after this movie I
never once had even the vaguest desire to be a
werewolf. I mean, if you are Dracula or any other
vampire your lot in life is to live forever, hang out in
the coolness of night, suck on babes, and kill
pestering dorks. The only real sacrifice is self-vanity
(aka the mirror bit) is taken away and you dietary
regime can no longer include garlic dishes, but then
that’s only in some versions of the story.
However, Werewolves really get a suck ass existance.
I mean, they have to wander the earth in fear of
killing everyone the see or meet lest they get locked
up or commit suicide. You wake up in strange places
with no memory of how you got there. Then there’s
the fucking pain of the transformation. Of course it’s
just during the full moon session, but ya know... It
would still suck, cause in your daytime hours you’d
have to put up with all these stinky gross bastards that
your werewolf persona killed haunting you and
making feel all guilty from the mind games.
Hell, they’d even be in a porn theater waiting for you.
Your girlfriend’s apartment... In fact, the best thing
about this movie is that it takes it’s premise serious.
It is merely our reaction to what we see that makes us
laugh. It’s the same way with EVIL DEAD 2 and
DEAD ALIVE. Raimi and Jackson took their
premise serious... The characters in those respective
films also took it serious. Thus we do too, to an
extent. It is merely how far things go that take us to a
grand guignol sense of absurdity that makes us have
the shits and giggles.
Well, it’s now 0500 hours in the A.M. and I’ve got to
update the site. I hope you enjoy this here
examination of one of our past treasures. Tonight,
I’ll be introducing THE BLUES BROTHERS at the
Texas Union theater... If you’re a UT student the
admission is free, if you are a regular joe or jane, the
price is $10 for a fest pass.
Hope to see as many of you folks there as possible!
Afterwards, I’m headed for the Alamo Drafthouse for
a double-bill of DOLEMITE and DISCO
GODFATHER with Rudy Ray Moore in attendance.
Man, I love Austin!
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this was my first pirate video - me and my sister watched this one summer afternoon in 1983. It gave me the willies but Liz who was only 7 at the time thought it was hilarious. John Landis really did have a good shot at it up till American Werewolf, (Animal House, Blues Brothers, Werewolf) to me these are near perfect, the best being American Werewolf... You nearly always fuck up the balance with comedy and horror but Landis struck it to perfection. You know, when people say they don't make 'em like they used to, they're right... how the fuck did he get it so right? a great great film...
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AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON was pretty even-handed (I especially liked the bar sequence - it really established the sense of foreboding very well) up until the closeups of the werewollf in the London streets. I know animatronics were not really advanced way back then but they really are unconvincing. The bloody car crash compensated for it, somewhat. It's a shame that the helicopter crash accident changed a promising young director.
If you like werewolf movies like I do, you might have heard of a little Albert Finney flick called WOLFEN. I liked the Whitney Strieber novel, but the movie was totally unimaginative and boring.
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I was at my friend's apartment last year for a bit of video viewing (we rented Crash and the Frighteners) and during the course of the latter my friends were commenting on elements of the film which reminded them of American Werewolf in London. They asked my my opinion and I told them I hadn't seen it. With shocked surprise they both exclaimed, "You have to!" and with that we went out after midnight to search down a copy. There aren't too many all night video stores in that area of Toronto, but after a few disappointments we finally found the all night Jumbo Video and my friend purchased a copy (Valerie generally doesn't rent films - she buys them, a nasty habit which she is passing on to me - but I digress). We then proceeded back to her apartment where we watched Werewolf. An excellent film, though the quality could have appeared even better to me if I wasn't half asleep.
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AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON was the SCREAM of its day...updating the horror movie for a new generation, neatly subverting the cliches and balancing the gags and the blood. BUT the ending sucks big style. You hope for a final twist, something a bit different - but, no, Landis gets lazy and throws in a standard werewolf movie climax. Still, even with a bad ending, AWIL stands head, shoulders and fangs above AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN PARIS !
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"...in Paris" is trash. "...in London" is where it's at. The only werewolf film that even compares is "The Howling." I like the wolf form of the werewolves in "The Howling" a lot more. Huge ears, though. I generally prefer Stan Winston effects to Rick Baker any day of the week, except beneath the full moon of this film. Definitely a trophy piece of my video collection. I've seen "Wolfen," it was okay. But I hate the whole "monster-vision" concept. Why do monsters always see in day-glo? The only film that got that part right was "ED2."
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The wonderful song choices for "...in London" are at least a third of its charm. "Blue Moon" amid screams and crunching bones. A symphony for the senses...
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I remember when I first saw this movie on cable, when it appeared on HBO as an "HBOnly!" (Anyone remember those?) My mother had just gotten cable a few weeks before, so we still weren't sure what we were getting into--but when that werewolf first attacks Jack and is just RIPPING into his chest, well, my mother freaked out! She literally jumps up three feet, screaming, "TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF NOW!!!" It seemed to totally devastate my Mom, but my sister and I thought it rocked! My favorite scene (and the scariest, I think): When David has the dream sequence that he's lying in the hospital bed out in the woods, asleep; Alex walks up to him, touches his shoulder and ROOOAAWRRR!!! Freaks me out just thinkin' about it. One of the last, best horror films ever. Oh, I had such high hopes for INNOCENT BLOOD... *sigh*
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This film holds a special place in my heart. I was a little kid (7 or possibly 8) when I saw it at home(I think it was HBO too). My older brother, my dad and I all watched it together and it was on WAAAAAY past my bedtime (and you know, to this day I don't know why my dad let me stay up and watch it...). I was tired, I was scared, I wanted to go to bed, but I was glued to the set like nobody's business. It was amazing. I horror story that was funny. I couldn't believe it. The juxtaposition was startling to my young mushy brain; and I liked it. SCREAM tried to do some of the same things I think, but was a very pale shadow (and at that, it was still the best horror flick I've seen in the past decade). I clearly rememer enjoying the movie, just taking pleasure in it. I laughed at the right moments, quivered at the right moments, and was interested in the characters and the story. The strangest thing is though that despite how much I enjoyed it and felt at ease while watching it, afterwards when I went up to bed, and my brother turned out the lights - I was gripped by the most irrational terrifying fear imaginable. It was the strangest thing. I couldn't move and thought a werewolf was in the bedroom. I eventually tricked my brother into turning on the light again. And felt easier and rolled around trying to get comfortable, and as I was mid-roll my brother turned off the light again. I froze in that position. And I didn't sleep all night. When dawn came and light started to come through the window, I finally got comfortable and passed out. The strange thing is that I refused to ever see a horror movie again until I was half-way through high school, but I rewatched AWIL many times. Wierd, huh? (I wonder if I'm gonna need therapy about that when I have a mid-life crisis.) Anyway, a great movie. And feel free to file this post in the "too much information" bin. - CG
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Yes its true, it does suck to be a werewolf for all of those reasons and more. This was the first and only movie to use the idea that the ghosts of the [un]dead still haunt the living werewolf in the form of "walking meatloafs" (GOD I love that line!!). This and "John Carpenters The Thing" are two of my favorite movies to date and the fact that Universal doesnt have any existing prints sickens me. Also is the fact that this truly great horror classic now resides in the 3am CBS film vault and numerous repeat showings on ...wait for it...COMEDY CENTRAL!! ugh...True horror defaced is truely a pittiful thing. Now I will clue you in on a small fact. I litteraly despise anyone that says they like the "Paris" sequel without having any appreciation for or having never seen the original movie. I'm 29 years old, 30 come November and I'll tell that I actually REMEMBER sneaking (at the tender age of 11-12) in to see this in the theater as a double feature with...well I'll get to THAT other movie later. "An American Werewolf In London" started at 10pm on a Friday night and let out shortly after midnight and I still fondly remember walking across the parking lot to get home by bus. YAH...shivers! Oh yeah, what WAS this movie playing with? What was the OTHER movie you ask?? At the tender young age of 12, I was exposed to the animated classic "HEAVY METAL" for the first time. AHH...they dont make movie double features any sweeter than that. I miss the good ol` days!!! :O)) McK
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grand guignol... actually thats two words... 2 reviews and counting
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its true that "American Werewolf In London" (I just cant simply call it "AAWIL", to me thats degrading) is one of the few werewolf movies that have been above average. "The Howling" was good....and since then......well not much but an extra three handfuls of crap. I too had hopes for "Innocent Blood" but mixing vampires with the Mafia just didnt do it for me. When I heard about "Bad Moon" with Micheal Pare I just HAD to go see it, and while it ISNT a good movie, for all the truely crappy god-awful Werewolf movies that litter our video shelves, this one was at least a LITTLE entertaining. Find it, rent it.
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I'm glad someone else commented on the music in An American Werewolf in London. I think that is what makes it so memeorable. Instead of filling it with mindless 80's New Wave music like the Thompson Twins or Flock of Seagulls, Landis and his music director choose music that helped progress the movie along. songs like Blue Moon, and Bad Moon Rising, etc. I wish more flimmakers would use this technique more often. My idea would be for a movie about Vampire hunters using songs about The sun...that's what I'm working on now...Oh and I'd love to move to Austin can anyone tell me if there is any decent drama theatre(you now plays etc) there that need good actors...
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Until now, my mind had mercifully closed off access to the horrid memories of sitting through that movie. Granted, it did keep me from falling asleep in the theater, but I was going through a phase of high expectations based on little or no information. All I had seen of this film prior to its release was a poster, and was so impressed that a werewolf movie was coming out that I never stopped to think if it would be any good. >Shudder<... Fortuneately, that mode of existence was finally decimated by the suck-fest that was 'Strangeland.' I'll never let the flip of a coin decide my fate again. Damn you, Thomas Jefferson! Damn you to Hell!!! Now look what you've gone and done, McCracken. So much blood...
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It's "Fortunately," not "Fortuneately." And "mckracken," not "McCracken." Bad Lobo! No soupbone for you tonight!
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The one thing that gets my goat is that recently here in Austin TX there was a sneak preview for The Blair Witch Project.. And AICN didn't mention it? I only found out the night it played by talking to someone in a bar that just got back from it. This is the one thing I have been dying to see.. grrr.. I know I should have been checking the Haxan news page(which didn't mention it), but I check here more often.. How did we miss this? Harry? What's up?
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AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON is director John Landis's finest hour, as far as I'm concerned. The blend of horror and comedy works beautifully in this film, just like chocolate and peanut butter ... or is that peanut butter and chocolate? This movie really works, thanks to Landis's sharp (no pun intended) script. This was the first film I saw that really terrified me. One of my favorite sequences is the movie theater scene where David (the werewolf) is confronted by the decomposing corpses of the people he's killed. The dead beg David to kill himself so he won't commit more murders. In this scene (as in many of the others) the audience feels sympathy for David, probably more so than any other werewolf character on screen before or since. Why? Simple. Landis writes David (and his not-so-lucky friend Jack) as believable, likeable American young men. They have raging hormones, exchange witty banter, and genuinely feel scared when they're left out on the cold moors. The audience identifies with these strangers in a strange land, and when the werewolf appears, we scream out of terror, but we also scream for the two people we've been hanging out with since the start of the movie. Although AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON is more of a horror film, there are many comedic scenes to lighten the mood: David waking up naked after a nightly transformation in the middle of the city, Jack's various states of decomposition (courtesy of Rick Baker), and a few slapstick gags thrown in beautifully balance the seriousness of the situation. Although this film didn't beg for a sequel, we got one anyway about fifteen years later. I don't believe it had anything to do with the original (except a slight change in the title), and from the few minutes I saw on TV, seemed to lean more toward comedy. At least it didn't seem as bad as the abominable BLUES BROTHERS 2000 (which Landis is responsible for). Come on. Landis and Aykroyd had almost twenty years to come up with a good script, and THIS is the final product? People say the first one had no plot. Jesus, BB2000 makes the original look like freakin' SHAKESPEARE, for chrissake. I skipped this one in the theater, but caught it on pay per view. Hey, four bucks, why not? I actually turned it OFF midway through, it was so bad. I NEVER turn off a pay per view movie! As far as I'm concerned, there were only TWO Blues Brothers: John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd. That's it. The concept should have ended when Belushi died. Unfortunately it continues which such "honorary" Blues Brothers as James Belushi, John Goodman, and even Rosie O'Donnell. The Blues Brothers worked on SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE. It worked as a feature movie. Hell, even an album or two was interesting. But after that, it grew stale, and now, nearly twenty years later, it continues to fester like a dead possum on the side of the road. Pull the plug before we REALLY have to endure the Blues Brothers in the year 2000.
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Hey, don't forget the "Blues Brothers" Saturday morning cartoon show! Holy good God...
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...it messed me up royally when I saw it as a kid! The dream within a dream part (whoops, did I give it away??) The TV with The Muppet Show on getting smashed in by a bunch of bad-ass werewolf commandos. And oh yeah, Griffin Dunne becoming wolf chow! Not to mention a nekkid Naughton striding around the woods eating live deer! Then transforming in what looked like excruciating pain in a well-lit room. Only the peppering of humour throughout kept me from becoming a total basket case ("Prince Charles is a fag!!"). And Jenny Agutter, ohh my! :) I haven't seen the 'sequel' yet, on the basis that I heard it reeks! I'd only want to check it out just to see what possible connection they made with the first movie! (Wild guess: Nurse Alex has a kid who grows up to be Tom Everett Scott.)
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John Landis is like a lot of those film school generation guys that had a great stretch and then self destructed himself. Very few of them are making anything worth making these days, it's like they just gave up and lost all ambition and love of film. The only filmmaker that's really survived with a consistently good body of work was Stanley Kubrick, and he's gone too but at least he went out with a fight. I'd hate to see some of these filmmakers which I know are capable of better and are most likely getting towards the end, go out with a crappy director for hire stinkbomb.
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I couldn't agree more. I'm jealous. It's absolutely one of my favorite films and I can't say I've had the pleasure of seeing on the big screen. Only Scream even approached this film's seemingly seamless tranisitions between real-life belly laughs and being scared out of my wits, all within seconds. A masterpiece.
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In an interview with the now-defunct Twilight Zone magazine, just before the movie tragedy, Landis detailed how the "porn theatre" sequence was originally filmed to appear. As the film "See You Next Wednesday" was playing, the manager would be walking down the aisle looking at the patrons. Meanwhile, as the actress is shagging away, she is hit in the head with a boom mike--funny! So, while we all laugh at this, it would be NOW that the werewolf attacks. Rather reminiscent of the "We need a bigger boat" scene in JAWS. However, the MPAA made him remove the scene for its sexual content, and since it was all in one take with no cutaways, it was reduced to the quick shock shot it is now. I do not know if this very early Polygram production is part of the package sold to MGM, or who would be in charge of it now (Universal? Hearst Entertainment for TV? Landis himself?), but with the successful restoration job on THE BLUES BROTHERS on laser and DVD, I think, Harry, you should help Mr. Landis lead a crusade to restore this scene to a remastered video and/or print. Mention this to him during the festival, PLEEEZE!
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In an interview with the now-defunct Twilight Zone magazine, just before the movie tragedy, Landis detailed how the "porn theatre" sequence was originally filmed to appear. As the film "See You Next Wednesday" was playing, the manager would be walking down the aisle looking at the patrons. Meanwhile, as the actress is shagging away, she is hit in the head with a boom mike--funny! So, while we all laugh at this, it would be NOW that the werewolf attacks. Rather reminiscent of the "We need a bigger boat" scene in JAWS. However, the MPAA made him remove the scene for its sexual content, and since it was all in one take with no cutaways, it was reduced to the quick shock shot it is now. I do not know if this very early Polygram production is part of the package sold to MGM, or who would be in charge of it now (Universal? Hearst Entertainment for TV? Landis himself?), but with the successful restoration job on THE BLUES BROTHERS on laser and DVD, I think, Harry, you should help Mr. Landis lead a crusade to restore this scene to a remastered video and/or print. Mention this to him during the festival, PLEEEZE!
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This is one of them movies that live up to the hype.In those days LANDIS was awsome!!!!!!And if you like JENNY AGUTTER,then go watch WALKABOUT,she's completely BUTTNEKKID!!!!!!!!!
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The review is in.On JEEFFERY WELLS SITE he says it's better than JEDI but worse than EMPIRE & STARWARS.Oh well,we'll still have Paris.
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Everyone raves about the now classic "dream in a dream" sequence in "American Werewolf in London," and for good reason. It remains one of the great seminal moments of modern horror cinema. To my recollection, it was the first film to make use of what has now become a staple of scare movies today. "Oh God! The HORROR! THE HORROR!!! Oh. It was just a dream. Phew. OH GOD! NOOOOO!!! ...Oh, NOW I'm awake." How many times have we seen that basic outline played out over and over on the Sci-Fi channel or USA Up All Night? The most extensive use of this I've seen was in an episode of "Dream On" when Toby awoke screaming no less than 3 times from a persistant nightmare (involving murdering her boss and then having to endure his pestering corpse) before muttering an exhausted "ENOUGH already!".
But it was "American Werewolf in London" that first crossed that horror milestone (if anyone knows of an earlier use of the technique please let me know). Today we jaded filmgoers rarely have any trouble spotting this little shell game while in progress (well, I usually don't). But when I first saw this film back during its initial theatre run, the entire audience, myself included, was jarred almost senseless by the surreal shock of seeing that nazi-wolf-demon lunging at Jenny Agutter in the "real world." Afterward we all giggled nervously when David lurched from his bed, awake at last. "Jesus Christ!" he groans. We agree.
Moving slightly off the subject I want to give my humble two-cents worth regarding "An American Werewolf in Paris" which I had the dubious pleasure to behold on video a few months back. Most people malign this film no end as an atrociously incompetent sequel to a horror giant. And, well, they're pretty much right. Compared to its London-based predacessor, the film falls woefully short of the mark. However, I feel that if this movie had been set-up as a sequel to a different werewolf film, say "The Howling," then the public's response might have been a little more positive. The film's tone and structure seems far more suited for that campier lycanthrope series than that of John Landis' epic howlfest. Yes, it is a tremendous letdown, but all must agree that it is still LIGHTYEARS beyond "The Howling II" in entertainment value.
If you want a better example of the handiwork of the director of "Paris" (whose name escapes me at the moment) might I recommend "Mute Witness", a nifty little suspense thriller about a voiceless american girl's scary/funny misadventures in the new Russian Republic. I stumbled onto this minor gem one late night on Cinemax and remained glued to my seat for the duration. Don't you just love a film that can make you stay up past your bedtime on a worknight? Proof positive that even bad filmmakers can make good movies at times. Or is it the other way around? -
I love "An American Werewolf in London".I love the director,the actors(Where are the guy who made the Werewolf?),the actresses,Rick Baker,etc... So i decided to rent the sequel "An American Werewolf in Paris"!WHAT A F*** TRASH!I hate Anthony Waller!He is a loser!he made two movies,the two sucks!Some people like "Mute Witness",but i hate,and now,he do that movie!How any human being in the face of the earth can f*** the image of a classic?Ask Anthony Waller!
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AWIL is a great movie,but I wouldn't put it on my top 10 list.Great music,and the transformation scene is one of the best scenes in horror history.AWIP is ok,but it isn't half as good as London.Paris had a couple good ideas,but they weren't done right.And Essemtee,your wild guess on the Paris story is close:Nurse Alex has a daughter,Julie Delpy,who is a werewolf.Tom Everett Scott falls in love with her.It's been a while since I watched it,but I think Julie Delpy gets naked.....
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You've hit the nail right on the head with this one Harry!
Mr. Baker's work in this movie blows away any computer generated monsters I've seen.
certain parts of my body still crawl away and hide during the transformation, and I've seen it too many times to count.
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Loved the film. Saw it twice in the theater on its initial release. The second time was memorable because I dragged a friend to see it. "Continental Divide" was being sneaked with it - such an odd pairing! (Belushi's most under-rated film) Anyway, 'Werewolf' comes on and my friend turns whiter and whiter everytime Griffin Dunne popped up looking more decayed than the last. Honest, I thought I was going to have to take him to the hospital for shock...wimp. Landis, what the hell happened to you?
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I have given this a great deal of thought (working without tools again) An I think I've come up with my list of top five Horror films, and I've seen A LOT of horror movies:
5)An American Werewolf in London
4)John Carpenters "The Thing"
3)Evil Dead 2
2)Dead Alive (unrated)
1)Evil Dead
other horror flicks:
6)Dawn of the Dead
7)Hellraiser (1 & 2 are tied)
8)the Frightners (viewed 16 times and I still cant get enough)
9)Poltergiest
10)Night of the Living Dead -
i think I'm going to have to agree on this one. AWIL is one of the best movies to ever be classified as horror. (only being beaten by Jaws, Psycho, Holloween and the first Friday the 13th)
The first time i saw this movie, I was about six, and it scared the shit out of me. When David trasforms into the werewolf for the first time it burned and image into my mind that I still can't get rid of. And that horrifying howl, uggghg!
Another thing i love about this movie is the perfect, witty conection between Jack and David, i think that they have the best buddy relationship on film to date. Even with Jack dead they still clicked perfectly. And that halarious line given by the little boy in the zoo, I still nearly piss my pant when I hear it.
All in all I think that this is a great movie and should be enjoyed by everybody. -
All the stuff set in Yorkshire was actually shot in Wales. And British soap actor John Altman appears as one of the SAS marksman.
Just thought you might be interested.
Oh, and has anyone seen my balloons? -
Is there a website that lists the theaters that star wars will be playing at?
Also just a suggestion would n't it be nice to see the reviews of stars wars reprinted? just to compare
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I saw this movie once, years ago, and remember it vividly. It truly scared me. The crunching cartilage, the out of control changes into the werewolf. I was imagining what's going on in this guy's mind, and it was scary.
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A fabulous film. Take note, sad cigar chomping hollywood moguls: you don't HAVE to dumb down a film for it to work. AWIL has a great script, good actors, and snappy music. The special effects ADD to the movie, they don't MAKE it. So use a few of those dollars you are creaming off to cultivate some decent writers, and stop blowing it all on mind numbing special effects and wooden, 20 million dollars per film actors. ( I excuse Arnie from this because he doesn't take himself too seriously and NO-ONE can play an android better than he does)
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...and how early night falls.
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with his #2 pencil. Perhaps he did.
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