One Paragraph Movie Review: An American Werewolf In London

Fifteenth film: An American Werewolf In London. I haven’t seen this in at least a decade and a half, and I don’t think I ever knew that its director, John Landis, also directed The Blues Brothers, which explains the flagrant abandon of the car carnage near the end. Grrrrrrreat movie, with special effects that hold up 36 years later and remind me that I should book a wax. This is a film that makes you feel affection for a wisecracking cadaver in a porn cinema, but ends abruptly as soon as it runs out of plot. A proper classic, with bonus bum cheeks. Four pub-wall pentagrams out of five.