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Full Moon Features: The Best of El Hombre Lobo

"La Marca del Hombre Lobo," starring Paul Naschy

"La Marca del Hombre Lobo," starring Paul NaschyWhen one thinks of the great big-screen werewolves, the names that spring to mind are likely to include Lon Chaney, Jr., Oliver Reed, Robert Picardo, David Naughton and maybe even Jack Nicholson. Of them, Chaney has the clear advantage since he played the Wolf Man in no fewer than five films, but the most prolific of them all was Spanish horror icon Paul Naschy, who starred in a dozen films as his signature character, the reluctant werewolf Waldemar Daninsky. On top of that, Naschy also wrote most of them (as he did with many of the horror films he made over the course of his decades-long career) and even directed a few, Renaissance man that he was. Through it all, he proved that making horror films wasn’t a means to an end or a stepping stone to other things. Horror was his passion and of all the monsters he played, Waldemar Daninsky was the one that was closest to his heart.

Born Jacinto Molina Alvarez on September 6, 1934, Naschy adopted his stage name when he was pressed into service as the lead in 1968’s La Marca del Hombre Lobo, which he wrote but hadn’t planned on acting in. The title translates to Mark of the Wolf Man, which would have been perfectly serviceable, but it was somewhat nonsensically redubbed Frankenstein’s Bloody Terror when it was released in the States because the American distributor had already promised exhibitors a Frankenstein picture. It might very well have been, though, because the film that inspired Naschy to write the screenplay in the first place was Universal’s Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man, which had made a great impression on him as a child. In this case, though, he pitted his Hombre Lobo against a pair of vampires — and it wouldn’t be for the last time.

There’s a bit of plot before Naschy gets turned into a werewolf, as he stalks a pretty young countess whose would-be fiancé doesn’t take kindly to the interloping nobleman. That all changes when two gypsies take shelter at the Castle of Wolfstein and disturb the tomb of a werewolf which kills them both and goes on a rampage in the village. While out hunting the wolves that are believed to be responsible, Naschy saves his rival, but is unfortunate enough to be bitten by the beast. He thinks he has a few days before the bite takes effect, but before he knows it he’s sprouting fur and fangs and retreats to an abandoned monastery where he can be locked away during the full moon. When the countess tracks him down, she sends for a doctor who supposedly has a cure for lycanthropy, but it soon becomes apparent that he and his wife are vampires whose only interest is in chaining Naschy up and calling on Satan to possess his body. (This is definitely a case where the cure is worse than the disease.) He gets free in time to put a stake in their plans, though, and is himself put down with a silver bullet, but it didn’t take long for him to get back up again.

Aside from Frankenstein’s Bloody Terror, which was restored to its original length for the Shriek Show DVD, few of the later films in the series have been released uncut in the States, and the ones that were have since gone out of print. Good thing the Anchor Bay versions of 1971’s Werewolf Shadow and 1973’s Curse of the Devil can still be readily found. And since there’s no real continuity between them, it’s possible to skip around the series without worrying about getting lost in the plot. It is possible, however, to get lost in all of the alternate titles they’ve gone out under over the years.

Originally called La Noche de Walpurgis (or Walpurgis Night), the film that has variably been released as The Werewolf vs. the Vampire Woman and Werewolf Shadow finds Waldemar Daninsky living in a remote region of northern France, splitting his time between looking after his mad sister Elizabeth and looking for a cure for his lycanthropy, which he contracted in the Himalayas. Into their lives come a pair of graduate students looking for the final resting place of the notorious Countess Wandesa, who drank the blood of virgins to stay young — until some pesky villagers drove a silver crucifix through her heart, that is. Faster than you can say “I totally saw that coming,” Countess Wandesa’s grave is disturbed, one of the grad students is enslaved to her, and the other finds herself falling in love with Naschy because he co-wrote the script and wants to kiss her hard on the lips and have a look at her breasts. There’s more to their relationship, of course, but that’s the gist.

After his initial werewolf transformation, it’s a while before Naschy wolfs out again, but when he does it’s well worth the wait. (Not since Michael Landon has a werewolf been so prone to drooling as Waldemar Daninsky.) And when he reveals his affliction to his lover, I have to say she takes the news extremely calmly. (I guess that’s what comes of writing your thesis on the study of the black arts.) Naturally, the whole thing reaches its climax on Walpurgis Night, with Waldemar battling multiple female bloodsuckers (as opposed to the single Vampire Woman promised by the public-domain title). At no time, however, does his shadow becomes a plot point, which raises the question of what exactly happens when a werewolf sees its shadow. Does it get six more weeks of rabies shots?

As for Curse of the Devil, it was originally released as El Retorno de Walpurgis (or The Return of Walpurgis), which makes it sound like a direct sequel to La Noche de Walpurgis, but it actually gives Waldemar Daninsky a completely different origin story. Way back in the past, one of his ancestors killed a knight in a duel and then put an entire coven of witches to death, but not before their leader, Elizabeth Bathory, could put an unnecessarily complicated curse on him. Fast forward an unknown number of years and we pick up Waldemar as he’s taking part in a wolf hunt. He shoots the beast, but the body he recovers is that of a man, which enrages the gypsies who come to claim it and conveniently fulfills the first part of Bathory’s curse. Next the gypsies summon a skinny guy in an all-black body stocking (who has an obvious zipper running down his back) who chooses which one of them is going to smuggle a wolf’s skull into Waldemar’s castle, seduce him, spill some of their own blood on the skull and then use it to nip the guy in the chest, thus infecting him with the werewolf’s curse. (Sounds simple enough, right?) And there’s no way to trace her back to the gypsies since the lucky lady who gets the job is killed right after she does the deed by an escaped criminal who’s prowling around the castle grounds.

If that seems like a lot of set-up to get Naschy to turn into El Hombre Lobo, it is (the movie’s nearly half over before he makes his first kill). And if you’re wondering why Naschy felt the need to throw a garden-variety maniac into the mix, that’s probably so the police could have somebody else to pin the murders on while the villagers all mumble about the werewolf they’re convinced is on the loose. Meanwhile, Waldemar makes the acquaintance of an engineer from Budapest and his two daughters — the lovely Kinga and her slutty sister Maria — and you’ll never guess which one becomes werewolf chow and which one gets to stab him in the chest with a silver dagger and end his suffering. (If there’s one detail Naschy picked up from Universal’s Wolf Man and definitely ran with, it was the notion that a person had to love the werewolf to be able to kill him.)

To date, the only Waldemar Daninsky film that has received the Blu-ray treatment is 1980’s El Retorno del Hombre Lobo (or Return of the Wolf Man), which was called The Craving when it first showed up on these shores and was more sensibly retitled The Night of the Werewolf later on. The first film in the series to be directed by Naschy, it opens in 16th-century Hungary with the sentencing and execution of Countess Elisabeth Bathory (yes, her again) and her followers, whose ranks include a relieved Waldemar Daninsky, who was helpless under her power. In fact, he doesn’t mind it one bit when an iron mask is clamped down over his face (shades of Mario Bava’s Black Sunday) and he’s stabbed in the heart with a silver cross. One credit sequence later, we’re in the present day and scientist-turned-Satanist Erika has located where Bathory and company are entombed and plans to sacrifice her traveling companions Karen and Barbara to bring them back to life. Even before they get there, though, two grave robbers choose the night of the full moon to break into Daninsky’s crypt (smart thinking, fellas!) and remove the silver cross from his chest — and he repays them by tearing their throats out. As for the girls, they’re waylaid on the road by bandits who plan to take advantage of them and are all dispatched by a crossbow-bearing stranger who naturally turns out to be Daninsky.

When the girls reach the castle their car breaks down, but that doesn’t trouble Erika since she isn’t planning on leaving. Daninsky and his disfigured servant Mircaya make themselves known (he identifies himself as “Mr. Burko”) and the girls settle in just in time for the full moon, during which Daninsky kills a random couple. On the night of the second moon his transformation is witnessed by Karen, but he’s kept at bay by Mircaya bearing the silver cross and instead kills a random camper and a random girl collecting water from a well. Meanwhile, Erika resurrects Bathory, who immediately puts the bite on her and summons an undead servant just because she can. And because she’s Elisabeth Bathory, the scene where she bathes in someone’s blood is pretty much mandatory, as is the one where she ages rapidly after being vanquished. Daninsky has to wait for the next full moon before that can happen, though, because otherwise he won’t “have enough power to face that demon.” Of course, having seen her in action, I’m pretty sure he could have taken her anytime. I’ll bet he just wanted to be all decked out in fangs and fur when he did the honors.

Coming Soon: The Rest of El Hombre Lobo

Live-Tweeted Quasi-Review of “Anathema” issue 2: No sophomore slump for Deering or Mooneyham

The second issue of Rachel Deering’s classic werewolf horror comic Anathema is out, and just as with the first issue, I’ve captured my first read-through as a series of off-the-cuff tweets. Is this a review? Kind of. Is it silly to live-tweet the reading of a comic book? Yes. Did I capture those tweets and re-post them here for your edification and enjoyment? You know it. Does issue 2 live up to the promise of the “cocked and loaded gun” that was issue 1? Read on to find out (spoiler alert: it absolutely lives up to that promise)!

Cover: Wow, Mercy’s got some REACH with those arms. Great composition, and the colours are perfect.

Page 1: This is how you write an opening crawl, Lucasfilm. Also, I know whose eyes thooooose are!

Page 2: Shoulda worn your running shoes, lady.

Page 3: Boy, these colours. It’s like a 60’s horror film, in a GOOD way. Points to that raven for flying out over the cliff for extra height.

Page 4: At least one of these guys is a Kickstarter supporter who paid to be “killed” in this book. Awesome! I love that shadowy Mercy profile.

Page 4, continued: Mercy’s been monologuing for 3 pages, and far from being distracting, it’s a nicely paced parallel to the action.

Page 5: One page, two reactions. 1) FUCK YOU, BIRD 2) The art in the 7th panel makes me want to put Mercy in my pocket.

Page 6: A lot happening on one page, here. It plays well. Not feeling the “jump” lines in the second panel, though. Wonder who hit the roof 1st?

Page 7: Nice beat in the action. Mercy’s crouch makes me want to give her a back rub. I like that her inability to speak isolates her here.

Page 8: Daniel, instead of fucking around with axes & chasing werewolves, maybe go get some Bactine? Or, like, hug your daughter?

Page 9: Holy cow, dude, *relax*. Pick your battles. Mercy’s battle-damage poses are comical+awesome, and that second panel is HEAVY METAL.

Page 10: There’s a fork in the road of Mercy’s character development here. I wonder which way she’ll go.

Page 11: “MISTAKES WERE MADE”

Page 12: I’m not sure if those are leaves or floating ash from the fires in town, but they are a really cunning visual transition detail.

Page 13: Mercy obviously studied at the Underworld school of werewolf wall-climbing. Even in issue 1 she was pulling gecko moves.

Page 14: Nothing good has ever happened in here.

Page 15: So, I was wrong about those eyes earlier. Good to know. Good to know. Also, my new favourite onomatopoeic is “klek”.

Page 15, continued: That question mark in panel 5 gets its own tweet, because it is perfect.

Page 16: OH GOD get your water wings, Mercy

Page 17: Those are… pendulous. Also, Mercy’s really gonna need that back rub now.

Page 18: I love the energy in the lines! Nice character design, too. A LOT of fire came out of that cauldron, boy.

Page 19: More climbing! I think the foreground of the first panel is making a… *point*… of foreshadowing the solution. Great colours, ugly foe!

Page 20: Lovely perspective on that leap! Also, my perception of the foreshadowing on the previous page was… sharp.

Page 21: That looks like the crystal gem apple that Tree Trunks was after in Adventure Time, & we all know what happened to HER. Careful, now.

Page 22: “Yes, bird, I did it.” The writing in this issue SLAYS. And 80% of it is captioned thoughts to which only Mercy & the reader are privy.

Page 23: Those were leaves earlier. Again, gorgeous classic horror movie colours. Of COURSE the **** from earlier is ********* *****. WHAT NEXT?

Verdict: Issue 2 is “The Legend of Korra” to issue 1’s “The Last Airbender”: same heart, soul & style, new setting, pace & thrills.

Deering’s writing is clear and deftly handles the protagonist’s inability to speak. Mooneyham’s art remains strong, coaxing a lot of expression out of Mercy’s lupine form, and new-to-the-series colourist Ian Herring’s work casts the whole book in an exquisite Hammer Horror haze of firelight oranges. I’m no expert on comics as an art form, but I can recognize when the talents of a creative team match their enthusiasm, and that’s exactly what’s happening here.

Anathema‘s second issue is a worthy follow-up to the excellent premiere issue. I highly recommend you pick up a copy from Deering’s store, and let me know what you think – about this issue, the series so far, or the bold claim I make in the Werewolf News ad contained in this issue.

Full Moon Features: Comedy — Where the Werewolf Film Went to Die in the ’80s

Michael J. Fox in "Teen Wolf"Inspired by the twin successes of The Howling and An American Werewolf in London, the ’80s yielded a veritable bumper crop of werewolf-centric horror comedies, most of which chose to accentuate the comedy over the horror. Whether this tendency arose out of a misreading of what made those hit films resonate with audiences or the desire to keep budgets down by limiting the mayhem, the end result was the same: almost to a man (and, in one case, woman), they were effectively defanged.

That’s definitely the case with 1981’s Full Moon High, which was written, produced and directed by perpetual triple threat Larry Cohen, whose approach to comedy is scattershot at best. The story opens in 1959, when high school football star Adam Arkin is attacked by the cheesiest-looking werewolf imaginable while accompanying his super-patriotic father (Ed McMahon!) on a super-secret mission to communist Romania. Upon their return home, Arkin takes to attacking young women, but the most he does is nip them in the butt, inspiring the local paper to run the understated headline “Werewolf Annoys Community.” After transforming in front of McMahon, who freaks out and accidentally shoots himself, Arkin leaves town just before the big game, which his school loses in his absence. The film then leaps forward 21 years, at which point he returns home and, posing as his own son, hopes to fulfill his destiny.

Chock full of non sequiturs, one-liners and running gags (such as the pesky gypsy violinist who seems to follow Arkin everywhere), Full Moon High comes equipped with a supporting cast augmented by the likes of Kenneth Mars, Jim J. Bullock, Bob Saget, Pat Morita, and Alan Arkin (a.k.a. Adam’s father), who plays a famous abnormal psychologist who specializes in insult therapy. In the end, though, the film is a little too chaotic for its own good, but that’s pretty much par for the course for Cohen. Still, it does cause me to wonder whether the makers of Teen Wolf, which came along four years later, ever looked at Full Moon High and said, “Hey, we could make a movie like that, only not so schticky.”

In many ways, Teen Wolf‘s Scott Howard (played by Michael J. Fox, as if I needed to tell you that) is one of cinema’s most nonthreatening werewolves, so much so that the movie even spawned a Saturday morning cartoon. A wholly unremarkable small-town youth, Scott plays for his high school’s lousy basketball team, hangs out with his slacker friend Stiles, is mooned over by his best friend Boof, and works part-time at his father’s hardware store. Then he starts noticing some things — extra hair on his chest and hands, heightened senses of smell and hearing, pointy ears — that aren’t the sorts of changes that they talk about in health class. Everything becomes clear on the night of the full moon, though, when he undergoes a full transformation and discovers that his father is also a werewolf (just not of the teen variety).

Since Teen Wolf is primarily a comedy as opposed to a straight-up horror film (or even a send-up like Full Moon High), being a werewolf turns out to be a pretty sweet deal for Scott, especially once he demonstrates his prowess on the basketball court. All of a sudden, the hot blond he has the hots for is giving him the time of day, the drama teacher is writing a part into the school play just for him, and his coach has a winning team on his hands. His only problems are the vice principal who’s gunning for him for some unknown reason, a sporting and romantic rival who knows how to push his buttons, and his teammates who grow to resent his ball-hogging antics. Will Scott learn to control the wolf within in time to help his school win the state championship? Do I even need to answer that?

When the time came to make a sequel to Teen Wolf, Michael J. Fox was far too big a star to want to don the hair, fangs and claws a second time, so it was left up to his sitcom sister’s real-life brother Jason Bateman to take on the role of his college-bound cousin for 1987’s Teen Wolf Too. Of course, his casting may have also had something to do with the fact that the film was produced by Jason’s father Kent Bateman, who in all honesty should have held out for a better vehicle for his talented son’s feature debut. I’m not saying Teen Wolf is an unassailable classic or anything, but on the list of unnecessary sequels Teen Wolf Too has to rank somewhere near the bottom.

Believing the werewolf gene has skipped his generation, Bateman’s Todd Howard has landed at a second-tier college where he wants to study science to become a vet, but the imposing Dean of Men (John Astin) would rather he concentrate on boxing since he’s there on a sports scholarship due to the machinations of Scott’s old coach, who has graduated from high school basketball to college boxing. From there, the story follows the Teen Wolf template almost to the letter (there’s even a direct callback to the first film in the scene where Todd’s eyes go red and he uses a deep voice to intimidate an unbending registrar into changing his classes), even to the point of giving Todd a nerdy, Karen Allen-ish biology lab partner who’s hopelessly hung up on him. And like in the first film, Todd doesn’t know quite how to handle his new-found popularity after he becomes the wolf during his first boxing match and cleans his opponent’s clock. The post-fight celebration is something else entirely, though, with Todd singing “Do You Love Me?” and leading an embarrassing dance number. And his cousin Scott would have never consented to catching a Frisbee in the air, which is beyond degrading.

If Full Moon High and the Teen Wolf diptych tipped more toward the comedy end of the spectrum, then The Monster Squad (also from 1987) made up for them by not skimping on the horrific aspects of its story. Of course, instead of being centered on a sympathetic (and occasionally just plain pathetic) werewolf, it had the advantage of having five kinds of monsters to work with, led by a ruthless Count Dracula bent on world domination. Written by Shane Black and director Fred Dekker, The Monster Squad follows the titular quintet of grade-school Van Helsings as they take on not only Dracula, but also Frankenstein’s Monster, Wolfman, the Mummy and the Gill-Man in a bid to restore the balance of power.

A real treat for horror movie fans, The Monster Squad gave special effects wizard Stan Winston the opportunity to have a go at all of Universal’s iconic monsters. He does an especially good job on Frankenstein’s Monster (who’s played quite effectively by Tom Noonan), although I’m less impressed with his Wolfman since the poor guy’s completely unable to turn his head and his face is pretty immobile. And then, of course, there’s the Scary German Guy (played by veteran character actor Leonardo Cimino), who turns out not to be so scary after all. So I guess the moral of the story is don’t be afraid of the German guy who lives down the road because he just might be able to help you banish the bad guys to limbo where they belong. Also, Wolfman’s totally got nards.

Skipping over 1988’s Scooby-Doo and the Reluctant Werewolf and Curse of the Queerwolf (something I recommend you do as well), the final werewolf comedy of the decade is 1989’s My Mom’s a Werewolf, which was directed by Michael Fischa (who apparently felt that he was under no obligation to make it a good one). As it opens, klutzy housewife Susan Blakely is feeling decidedly unappreciated, both by her schlubby hubby (a well-cast John Schuck) and her headstrong teenage daughter (Tina Caspary). Then, while out running errands one day, she meets charming pet shop owner John Saxon, a werewolf on the prowl for a mate who seduces her and, one bite on the toe later (shades of Adam Arkin’s butt-nipping), she’s on her way to becoming the wolf woman of his dreams. She also goes from being a strict vegetarian to eating raw meat and growing fangs, pointy ears and hair all over her body. (And she thought Saxon was a “furry little devil.”)

At first Caspary merely thinks her mother is having an affair, but when the truth comes out she turns to a gypsy fortune teller (played by Laugh-In‘s Ruth Buzzi) for help. Along the way there’s a lot of silly gags, forced physical comedy and cartoony sound effects, and more dog- and hair-related jokes than you can throw a stick at. These would be tolerable if they were even marginally funny, but alas, that is not the case. It may have taken a decade, but My Mom’s a Werewolf proved that the werewolf comedy had finally had its day and needed to be put down.

Full Moon Features: Adapting Guy Endore’s The Werewolf of Paris

Unlike Universal, which had its writers concoct original stories for its werewolf films of the ’30s and ’40s, Hammer Studios used a literary source — namely Guy Endore’s sensationalistic 1933 novel The Werewolf of Paris — as the basis of its lone such effort, 1961’s The Curse of the Werewolf. Directed by Terence Fisher and scripted by producer Anthony Hinds (using the nom de plume John Elder), the film is a very loose adaptation of Endore’s book, as evidenced by the fact that the setting was moved from France to Spain in order to utilize a set that the studio had built for a film about the Spanish Inquisition that never got made due to censorship problems. Even so, within those limitations Fisher and Hinds managed to produce an engaging film that adhered to the spirit, if not always the letter, of Endore’s story.

They also gave Oliver Reed’s budding film career a boost by casting him as the title creature, the son of a mute servant girl (Yvonne Romain) who was raped by a mad beggar (Richard Wordsworth) who was imprisoned by an excessively cruel Marques (Anthony Dawson) and left to rot in his dungeon for several years. The whole set-up is a major change from the novel, but the boy’s dubious parentage — as well as the fact that he was born on Christmas Day, which is considered an ill omen — is not. That doesn’t come to pass, however, until after Romain has escaped from the Marques and been taken in by a nobleman (Clifford Evans) and nursed back to health by his servant (Hira Talfrey), who is the first to voice concern about her impending due date. She’s also the one who has to take care of the child after his mother dies in childbirth, which is only fair since his father died right after conceiving him.

The next part of the film pretty much comes straight out of Endore’s novel as the child, who has grown into a young boy (Justin Walters), begins changing into a wolf (which he believes is just bad dreams) after he gets his first taste of blood. Evans puts bars on his windows to prevent him from getting out at night and consults a priest whose knowledge of lycanthropy is pretty shaky, but the holy man’s diagnosis that what the boy needs is extra love to counteract his wolfish nature seems to do the trick until he grows up to be Reed and is ready to go out into the world. As befits a young man who needs to stay on the straight and narrow, he goes to work at a winery where he falls in love with the boss’s daughter (Catherine Feller), despite the fact that she’s already engaged to a priggish fop. Their relationship is further doomed when he abruptly resumes his beastly ways after being dragged by a co-worker to a house of ill repute for a night of debauchery. Sure enough, it isn’t long before he’s begging to be put out his misery, but first he has to have one last night on the town — literally.

Unsurprisingly, a great deal of the film goes by before we see Reed in his wolf form. (Then again, Reed himself doesn’t even show up until the film is half over, but he takes command of it once he does.) When we finally do get a look at it, though, it’s quite a stunner — unlike any other werewolf design I’ve ever seen. It’s a pity this film wasn’t a financial success for Hammer, but in a way I’m glad they didn’t drain the life out of the concept, as they did with their other, long-running monster series. This also left the door open for another British company — the short-lived Tyburn Film Productions — to take another stab at Endore’s novel 14 years later.

Not only does 1975’s Legend of the Werewolf have the feel of an old-school Hammer film (the period setting, decent production values on a limited budget, the emphasis on sex and blood), it was even made by a number of Hammer vets, from director Freddie Francis and screenwriter Anthony Hinds (again using his John Elder pseudonym) to star Peter Cushing and supporting player Michael Ripper (who also appeared in The Curse of the Werewolf). It’s no mere retread, though. Rather, Hinds used some of the story elements that hadn’t made it into his previous adaptation and even moved the setting back to Paris (which doesn’t prevent most of the cast from speaking in British accents, but there’s nothing unusual about that).

Cushing gets top billing, but he doesn’t appear until the story is well underway. Instead, the film opens with an orphaned baby being adopted by a pack of wolves and growing into a feral child who is taken in by professional swindler Hugh Griffith, who makes the wolf boy the star attraction in his decidedly low-rent traveling show. Eventually the boy grows up to be a strapping young lad (David Rintoul) who transforms into a hairy beast under the full moon one night and, after making his first kill, hightails it to the city whereupon he immediately lands a job as assistant to grubby, raspy-voiced zookeeper Ron Moody. He also promptly falls in love with prostitute Lynn Dalby, who tries to keep her profession a secret from him with predictable results. Meanwhile, forward-thinking police surgeon Cushing takes an interest when bodies start showing up at the morgue with their throats torn out and investigates the attacks on his own initiative, despite being warned off the case by inspector Stefan Gryff (one of the few actors who even attempts a French accent). As for Ripper, he’s one of Rintoul’s victims, who’s so unfortunate I don’t even think he gets to be discovered by the police.

Since Legend of the Werewolf predates The Howling and An American Werewolf in London by half a decade, its makeup and transformation effects aren’t groundbreaking in any way, but the werewolf does have a great look that holds up well even at the end of the film when the camera settles down and holds on him long enough for us to really study it. And speaking of the ending, this may very well be the first werewolf film on record where the fully transformed creature is still able to speak and be reasoned with. I know there are a number that have come out since where that is the case, but it’s nice to see a werewolf on film that isn’t entirely bestial, that hasn’t completely lost touch with its humanity.

Full Moon Features: It’s Monster Brawling Time!

One of the draws for me at March’s HorrorHound Weekend in Columbus, Ohio, was getting to see a midnight screening of Monster Brawl, which I’ve known about for a while now thanks to this very site, in advance of its June 12 video release. And midnight was the ideal slot for it because it has all the hallmarks of a ready-made cult movie. Not sure how much of an overlap there is between monster fans and professional wrestling aficionados, but writer/director Jesse Thomas Cook appears to fall into both camps and knows well enough not to take their intersection too seriously. With matches like Cyclops vs. Witch Bitch and Lady Vampire vs. Mummy (and those are just the middleweights!), what other choice does one have?

The main events are the winner-takes-all, loser-takes-a-dirt-nap heavyweight bouts, all of which are overseen by color commentators Dave Foley (doing a killer Howard Cosell and not even bothering to hide his heavy drinking) and Art Hindle (whose gruff demeanor is explained by the fact that he’s a Sasquatch), with Jimmy Hart (as himself) as the ringside announcer and Herb Dean (also a real person, so I’ve been led to understand) as the referee who’s eliminated in the very first match, thus allowing the subsequent combatants to fight as dirty as they want to (and most of them do). And wrestling aficionados will no doubt recognize Kevin Nash as the colonel in charge of the military’s zombie soldier program (which is, of course, based out of Pittsburgh). Personally, I was happier when it was revealed that the film’s Werewolf hails from Silver Springs, New Jersey. And Hindle’s aside about Frankenstein (“Technically, it’s Frankenstein’s Monster, if you want to be a dick about it.”) was also quite amusing.

Not that all of them need one, but each monster gets a backstory-laden introduction, some of which are presented as clips from other shows. For example, the Mummy’s escape from a museum is retold on a cable news report, and Louisiana-based Swamp Thing-like creature Swamp Gut’s background is explored in the form of a nature documentary on Grisly Planet. The one constant is Lance Henriksen’s voice-over narration, which extends to Mortal Kombat-like interjections such as “Magnificent!” and “Spectacular!” during the matches. (“Discombobulated!” crops up as well, but I think that may be unique to this film.) If the film as a whole has a flaw, it is that it gets a mite repetitive at times — in this regard, I fear it may ape professional wrestling broadcasts a bit too closely — and the final fight is drawn out to an absurd degree. These are minor quibbles, though, when you consider that anybody who chooses to watch a movie called Monster Brawl probably knows what they’re in for. I know I did.

Full Moon Features: The Reawakening of the Underworld series

Well, it was bound to happen sometime. Four movies into the Underworld series, I finally broke down and saw one of the things in theaters. It was back in February when I was joined by three other gentlemen for a 5:10 showing of the 3-D version of Underworld: Awakening (for some reason the 2-D version wasn’t showing at all in my town), and it’s pretty safe to say we all got precisely the movie we were expecting. (more…)

Full Moon Features: Witnessing the Rise of the Lycans

Every three years — almost like clockwork, it seems — we get another installment in the Underworld series. (Which I guess means we’re in for Underworld: Here Comes Another One come January 2015.) Keeping to that schedule, the first month of 2009 brought us a prequel, Underworld: Rise of the Lycans, which temporarily set aside the present-day storyline in order to delve into the past to explore where the whole Vampire/Lycan war began.

Directed by Patrick Tatopoulos, who designed the creatures for all three films, and based on a story and screenplay that was the work of no less than five writers (including original director Len Wiseman and screenwriter Danny McBride), Rise of the Lycans tells how, well, the Lycans rose up against their vampire masters way back in the mists of time. It also doubles as the origin story for Lucian (Michael Sheen), the first Lycan, i.e. a werewolf who is able to take human form. (Much is made of the distinction between pure-blood werewolves, who are little more than savage beasts, and Lycans, who can be controlled and enslaved.)

Raised from birth by vampire leader Bill Nighy, Sheen grows up alongside Nighy’s daughter, who grows up to be the headstrong Rhona Mitra (and, not incidentally, his lover). Of course, this raises certain questions that the movie never pauses to consider. For instance, do vampire and werewolf children simply grow to a certain age and then stop? How does an immortal actually reach the point where they look middle-aged like Nighy or the other members of the vampire council? And furthermore, why am I bothered by these things if the people behind the series seemingly aren’t?

Anyway, also returning from previous installments are the impossibly deep-voiced Kevin Grevioux, who we first encounter as a human slave, and Steven Mackintosh, the vampire historian from the second film that I had completely forgotten about until I looked him up on Wikipedia. And I was happy to note that Paul Haslinger, formerly of Tangerine Dream, was brought back to provide the music. (He had scored the original Underworld but was apparently unavailable to perform those duties for Evolution.) That just leaves Kate Beckinsale out of the loop, since the events in the story take place long before she was turned (although she does provide the narration that opens the film and appears at the end courtesy of recycled footage from the first film).

Lest you think my goal is to bash this series in toto, I will say that Rise of the Lycans surprised me by being much better than I thought it would be. In fact, I’m prepared to go so far as to call it the best film in the series, which is saying something when you consider it’s basically a feature-length expansion of one of the flashbacks from the first film. And this is also in spite of the preponderance of pretentious dialogue and the monotonous blue light that every scene in bathed in, both of which are part and parcel of every Underworld movie. Some things you just can’t get away from. At least this installment, by virtue of its period settling, was able to do without all the tedious gun fights. Too bad they would be back with a vengeance when the time came to reawaken Kate Beckinsale and see if she could still fit into her shiny, black catsuit…

Live-Tweeted Quasi-Review of “Anathema”, the Lesbian Werewolf Horror Darling of Kickstarter

In July 2011 I posted about one of the first Kickstarter projects I ever contributed to: Anathema. The goal was to fund the illustration, colouring and printing of issue #1 of a werewolf comic that writer Rachel Deering called “a return to classic horror in comics”. Now, seven months after that post, and five months after the project surpassed its Kickstarter goal, the first issue of Anathema is circulating among Kickstarter contributors. I got my claws on a PDF and sat down to read it yesterday, during a break at work.

I’m going to leave the formal analysis of Anathema to people who actually know how to review comics – I’m just a werewolf fan with a blog. Instead, because I’m a silly git, I decided to live-tweet my reading, making (spoiler-free) comments on every page of the book. I’ve reproduced those tweets in chronological orders, and I’m going to let this stand as my formal review of the book.

Time to read @racheldeering‘s Anathema! Even the intro on the inside of the front cover gave me chills.

I’m gonna live-tweet this reading, page by page, omitting spoilers. Page one: okay, dad’s a dick. Lovely colours, though.

Page 2: Authentic emotional response to characters I just met. Great panel layout. Dad’s going to need some Bactine!

Page 3: First overtly supernatural incident. Intense but not too dramatic. Love the time-shifted narration. That’s flame-resistant hair!

Page 4: Third segment of this page expresses her isolation perfectly. Well done Chris Mooneyham.

Page 5: I want to live in Henrich’s house and visit his manicurist.

Page 6: Jeez, what a drama queen.

Page 7: UGH that TONGUE. Put it away, dude!

Page 8: Great colours and lines. Any of these panels could be posters. Nice work explaining the crows, too.

Page 9: Any of these could be levels in a Zelda game that I would play the fuck out of.

Page 10: Great character design. Brilliant work to tie the plague doctor’s mask concept into the design. The glow around the moon!

Page 11: Come on, Henrich, give up the goods. Also, you look like Christopher Lloyd. This is not a bad thing.

Page 12: Where can I get me some of those?

Page 13: Come on, at least freshen the linen. Nice transition out of the scene.

Page 14: I probably shouldn’t be reading this at work.

Page 15: When Anathema gets made into a movie (as it inevitably must), this’ll make a great little nasty sequence.

Page 16: Part of me is disappointed that there’s no “It’s dangerous to go alone! Take this.” moment.

Page 16 cont’d: I’m impressed with how solid these characters are. Henrich could’ve been a 2-D quest-giver, but he’s richer than that.

Page 17: Holy fuck, lady, where’s your climbing gear!?

PP 18-19: BAD. ASS. A lot of werewolf fanboys (and a few werewolf fangirls) are going to pin this spread over their beds.

Page 20: Immediate thoughts: this would be a great video game, either 1st-person slasher or 2D side-scroller. I like that she mentions pain.

Page 21: PRIMAL. “As I, myself, become the object of fear.” This is exactly what I love about horror and werewolves.

Page 22 / last page: Great setup for the next issue. This isn’t a cliffhanger, this is a gun, loaded and cocked.

So, yeah. Verdict on Anathema, issue 1? Basically, you need to buy this thing as soon as you can, and then we need to fund the other issues.

Go follow @racheldeering and pester her to sell you a copy – she’ll have some pretty soon, I think. DAMN, I’m all riled up!

So, while that wasn’t a proper review, over the course of 25 tweets, I exclaimed over the quality of the writing, the art, the colours, the characters and the layout (and, come to think of it, I meant to mention the lettering too). I also said that Anathema would make a great film or video game, and although I didn’t tweet about it, I pitched a little fit when I got to the last page because it’s over and I need more. The book was a terrific effort by writer/letterer Deering, artist Chris Mooneyham and colourist Fares Maese, and I think Kickstarter contributors (and fans of horror comics in general) are going to love it.

I want to take a second to expand on my comment about page 21: This is exactly what I love about horror and werewolves. The “this” I’m referring to is the vicarious indulgence of a particular blend of righteous fury and macabre glee that I think horror fans (and most people in general) are familiar with, even if they don’t want to admit it. Articulated as a thought, it might go something like “I want to do terrible things to people who deserve it, and suffer no repercussions.” Act so in real life and at best you’d be a sociopathic asshole, but channel that desire into a fictional vessel like Anathema’s grieving anitheroine (or the miserable little brother from The Wrong Night In Texas) and you’ve got werewolf therapy – a wonderful outlet for a very dark but very human urge. This is one of the things I’ve always loved about werewolves, and although not every werewolf story manages it, Anathema delivers.

So. Er. If that sort of thing sounds good to you, or if you just want to read an awesome werewolf comic where a lady fights werewolf-style for the soul of her murdered lover, watch Rachel Deering’s Twitter profile for Anathema issue #1!

Web Series “Wolfpack of Reseda”: Drink some True Blood while driving your Kia to your job at Initech

According to the end of the first episode of  Wolfpack of Reseda, when you’re infected with lycanthropy you immediately receive enormous feathery sideburns and a brand new Kia Soul. (more…)

Full Moon Features: The Underworld series, Part One

He’s a life-saving surgeon, she’s a death-dealing vampire — can the two of them get along? That’s the big question posed by 2003’s Underworld. (Actually, that’s not strictly true. The real question the filmmakers probably posed was “Hey, wouldn’t it be really cool if we made a movie where vampires and werewolves fought each other with guns while there was a Romeo and Juliet thing going on?”) I gave Underworld a wide berth when it was first released nearly a decade ago, largely because the trailers I saw were chock full of CGI werewolves (my favorite kind, don’tcha know), but I finally gave in and watched it a few years later just so I could get it under my belt. (This is how I wind up watching a lot of crappy werewolf movies, and I do mean a lot.)

I realize I may be in the minority around these parts, but I’m just not that big on the Underworld franchise, which I feel squanders a theoretically unsquanderable premise by getting bogged down in its monochromatic visual palate, humorless characters, and the convoluted mythology that original director Len Wiseman cooked up with screenwriter Danny McBride and actor Kevin Grevioux. (For the record, I have a similar problem with both the UK and North American editions of Being Human, which have their moments, to be sure, but are never allowed to be as fun as a show about a vampire, a werewolf and a ghost living under the same roof should be.)

If the first Underworld movie accomplished nothing else, it introduced the world to Kate Beckinsale’s vampiric, gun-toting, catsuit-wearing Death Dealer (which is their fancy term for werewolf-killer), who becomes attached to human Scott Speedman even after he’s been bitten by a Lycan and thus fated to become one at the next full moon. The next full moon, incidentally, just so happens to coincide with The Awakening, when the vampire elite is gathering to bring one of their elders out of hibernation. In the meantime, the vampires lounge about in their mansion acting all decadent while the werewolves skulk around their underground lair playing Fight Club. When you get right down to it, the vampire/werewolf war is a class struggle on par with the Autobots vs. the Decepticons — just don’t expect me to watch Transformers anytime soon to back that up.

Anyway, I haven’t gotten to the plot yet and there sure is a lot of it. In addition to The Awakening, there’s a lot of intrigue surrounding the collusion between the leaders of the two factions, which Beckinsdale attempts to bring to light by waking vampire elder Bill Nighy a century ahead of schedule. And it turns out Speedman is the key to bridging the gap between the two races, but some people would rather see that not happen, hence all the gun battles and people throwing each other around in decrepit subterranean chambers. One has to wonder, though, whether the decision to allow the vampires in the film to be seen in mirrors was made so the filmmakers could stage the final epic battle in a large pool of water without having to worry about erasing the vampires’ reflections. Oh, yes. And what tactical advantage is there to the werewolves charging their enemies sideways on the walls? Did the filmmakers go with that simply because it looked cool? My guess would be a resounding yes.

Well, enough people got suckered into seeing the first Underworld that a sequel was inevitable, and 2006’s Underworld: Evolution was the result. The question was, had the Underworld series evolved in the intervening years? Ehh, yes and no. After a prologue set in 1202 A.D. (in which we find out that all vampires and werewolves are descended from twin brothers who were bitten by a bat and a wolf, respectively), we return to modern day where professional ass-kicker Beckinsale is on the run after having killed elder Nighy, with vampire/werewolf hybrid Speedman trotting along beside her. He’s still new to the whole “needing blood to survive” game, but there’s little time to dwell on that with supervampire Marcus (Tony Curran), who was awakened at the end of the first film, on the loose.

Once again directed by Len Wiseman from a screenplay by Danny McBride, Evolution ups the gore factor somewhat and, like the first film, shows a disappointing predilection for characters shooting each other with heavy weaponry (except, of course, for the prologue, where the vampires ride in on horseback and hack and slash at their hairy foes with swords and axes). There’s also an emphasis on cutting-edge technology, particularly in the scenes with Sir Derek Jacobi as an immortal who has been cleaning up the messes left by his progeny over the centuries. One thing that’s thankfully kept to a minimum, though, is the posturing that marred much of the dialogue in the first film, where it seemed like every other scene somebody was ordering somebody else to “Leave us.” Alas, that would return to a degree in the prequel, which expands a five-minute flashback from the first film to feature length, but that’s a story that will have to keep for another month.