An American Werewolf In Paris

1997, Movie, R, 103 mins

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There's a bad lune on the rise. Sixteen years after John Landis's groundbreaking special-effects fest AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON, the toothy ones are back, only this time they've parked their hairy derrieres on the other side of the Chunnel. Vacationing American daredevils Andy (Tom Everett Scott), Brad (Vince Vieluf) and Chris (Phil Buckman) sneak up the Eiffel Tower for a moonlight bungee jump, and catch beautiful Serafine Pigot (Julie Delpy) trying to commit suicide. Andy, smitten, tracks down Serafine and gets her to agree to go on a date with him, steadfastly ignoring all the signs that she's not what she appears to be. Forget about social significance, depth of character and complex thematic underpinnings, and repeat after me: "It's only a werewolf movie." Now sit back and have some fun: lovely Julie Delpy whips up a bloody smoothie from human organs. Lupine supremacists scheme to rid the world of bums, drunks, junkies and -- of course, because they're French -- Americans, by inviting them to underground dance parties, then ripping them all limb from limb. Werewolves rampage on the Metro. Director and cowriter Anthony Waller -- who debuted with the clever little low budget thriller MUTE WITNESS -- treats the material as an affectionate lark, and that's the way to watch it. leave a comment --Maitland McDonagh
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