A movie that, 35 years after its release, really hasn't aged much. The script by John Landis is clever in more ways than one, jumping back and forth between creepy, dramatic and just plain old funny - and it pulls off the juggling of "genres" rather well. The make-up and effects by Rick Baker are now stuff of cult legend, and watching them here again after so many years, I was reminded as just how much more organic these special effects are than the countless CGIs we've grown accustomed to in today's cinema. David Naughton is perfectly cast as a wisecracking, charismatic American backpacker, who realizes that hiking in the English countryside during a rainy, stormy night is the perfect recipe for being infected by a lycanthrope. The scenes where he transforms are not short of a masterpiece: perfectly imagined, visually brilliant and executed with impeccable craft. This really is a gem of a movie, for we may never see anything like it again. It's the ultimate werewolf film, one for all time.
A
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