I am sad to say that on The List I had for some God forsaken reason put down An American Werewolf in London as a must-see.
I regret it. This is by far the most awful movie that I have ever put myself through. And that includes Friday the 13th Part 8, where Jason takes Manhattan and the prop guy used white plastic tubes for intestines.
I mean, I get that it was the 80's and that I shouldn't expect the special effects to be all that fantastic and that it's the rather vague genre of horror-comedy which means I shouldn't expect any Oscar performances. But come the eff on!
There is nothing about this movie that is in any way, shape or form good. Exactly nothing at all. The plot, the make up, the special effects, the frickin' credits are all shit. Had it not been for Scotty and Flatmate attacking each other (and Hell's Bells) with cupcakes, it would have been a complete waste of 97 minutes that could have been used in oh so many better ways.
The one, and only thing I'll take away from this film is the realisation that werewolf is not spelt with and 'H' and that I've been writing it wrong for 20+ years.
I thought I was over my upset of the holy crapness that is this film. But as I write this I realise that is not the case. I need a Valium.
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| Probably the worst movie made in the history of man. |
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