This is a snapshot of me at a specific time talking about a specific movie. What movie, you ask? I have no idea… because this is probably the 176th time I have said this. I’m a hyperbolizer. I can’t help it. Why tell some one that a movie you love is really good when you can say it’s one of the best. It packs such a punch. You’re not necessarily lying; you just may have a list of the 176 BEST MOVIES OF ALL TIME. And that particular movie is on it. Or at least an honorable mention. Or maybe just in the running on eventually becoming a movie that may one day be considered an honorable mention for a list of the 176 BEST MOVIES OF ALL TIME.
Now, having said all of that, let’s get into the topic of our first discussion…
1.
An American Werewolf in London
(1981, Written and Directed by John Landis)
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Everything I love about film shines through in An American Werewolf in London. Billed as a horror-comedy, it is THE stand out on what has become an ever-expansive sub-genre. I mean, let’s look at that term: horror-comedy. One would imply that a movie sporting that description would be both comedic AND horrific. But instead, we usually get this…
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For you losers not in the know, Werewolf tells the story of two college students (David and Jack, played by David Naughton and Griffin Dunne, respectively) backpacking across Northern England. They get attacked by a lycanthrope and HIJINKS ENSUE. Writer/Director John Landis, coming off the huge success of both Animal House and The Blues Brothers, took his well-refined comedic skills to the horror genre, and crafted this truly expert tribute to the old Universal monster movies that he grew up on. The result is a blend of great one-liners, amusing characters, weird asides, and a truly devastating story. Oh, and my FAVORITE prosthetic make up effect ever…
Check that excess skin out at 0:55. Flip-flap-flip-flap.....
Not only does the clip above
showcase the true genius of make up artist Rick Baker, but it really sums up
what makes this movie so amazing. In this 3-minute scene alone, Landis is
attacking the audience from all angles. We get some truly dark twists injected
into the plot, all layered with humorous quips and dangly flesh. He never
underplays the gravity of the situation, but instead lets it naturally play
out, all jokes still intact.
And that’s the beauty of Werewolf... That delicate balance. Things certainly get batshit (looking at you again, Nazi-zombie.) But they’re grounded in this sense of reality and true care for these characters. Does it really matter which shitty teenager survives at the end of a Final Destination movie? Besides Ash, are we really concerned who else makes it out of the cabin without first getting assaulted by a haunted tree in The Evil Dead?
And that’s the beauty of Werewolf... That delicate balance. Things certainly get batshit (looking at you again, Nazi-zombie.) But they’re grounded in this sense of reality and true care for these characters. Does it really matter which shitty teenager survives at the end of a Final Destination movie? Besides Ash, are we really concerned who else makes it out of the cabin without first getting assaulted by a haunted tree in The Evil Dead?
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No, we don’t care. We want to see the decapitations and the dismemberments and the blood and the guts. That’s the thrill of most horror-comedies. But Werewolf packs in another layer. While the transformation from human to wolf is incredibly awesome and the gore is sometimes amped up to extreme levels (flip-flap-flip-flap), the end result is tragic and uplifting, heavy and exciting. Landis doesn’t use horror conventions as a crutch, but instead just an extra piece to the overall puzzle.
The story is definitely a gem, but
I’d be remiss if I didn’t talk about all of the other elements that coalesce
into this classic. First, those visuals… THOSE VISUALS. Practical effects were
at their peak in the 80’s and Rick Baker was certainly one of the best. You have already witnessed the masterpiece that is Jack’s living corpse (in his first phase of decomposition) but there is so much more
for your eyes to feast on here. David’s transformation from man to wolf is
still visually arresting after all these years. There’s something about how
true light hits a physical effect that will always trump CGI for me. It’s hard for me to gauge
the work and artistry put into certain computer-generated effects, while the
magic displayed here is definitely a pure work of art. And as a testament to
it’s sheer horrifying beauty, Baker took home the award for the Academy’s very
first Best Make-Up category.
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I could drone on and on about how passionate I am about this film. Everything meshes so well; the hilarious character actors who play the very paranoid and amazingly English locals, the extremely charming Jenny Agutter (that accent!), and even a kind-of-shoddily-acted-but-fun-nonetheless cameo appearance from the great Frank Oz. Also, while the soundtrack choice seems kind of lazy, each song surprisingly finds its place in its respective scene.
Oh, never mind.
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