My best friend Luke has contributed to this humble blog his unique brand of awesome, in the form of a movie review. In his inaugural essay (no pressure), Luke will be candidly discussing the finer points of 1981's horror classic An American Werewolf in London. Everything from here is all him:
Love Bites An American Werewolf in London
In this heart-searing love story of the forbidden, a non-naturalized pseudo-American citizen meets an unethical nurse by way of cupid carnivore. Amidst the horrifying bloodshed lies a surprisingly frank and tender look at inter-species love in a backdrop of boring English landscapes (deceptively filmed in Wales).
Aided by his best friend Jack, who now appears in the form of death incarnate, the film further explores the nature of friendship and betrayal after David's cowardly run-away from the tortuous cries of his best friend's demise through Canis Lupus and stupidity.
Directed by the very tall and nebbish John Landis, best known for the 1973 Academy Award winning ''Schlock'' which alternately swept the Razzies before they even existed, An American Werewolf in London is ultimately a love triangle between man, woman and beast with all the honesty you'd expect from this warts-and-all documentary. The high-priced cameo by Miss Piggy alone is worth the price of admission.
You'll never eat meat again after watching this poignant documentary that furthermore shows the struggle of wolves in the wild, their only food source being backpacking teens who look like forty-somethings, failing to properly negotiate an even competent sense of direction in a wide-open landscape.
7.5 Milk-Bones out of 10.