Film

An American Werewolf in London

Name: An American Werewolf in London
Genre: Comedy, Horror, Fantasy
Released: 1981
Cast: David Naughton, Griffin Dunne, Jenny Agutter, John Woodvine, Don McKillop

A horror-comedy that commits fully to both halves of its name. John Landis stages Rick Baker's Oscar-winning transformation sequence as the film's centerpiece, then surrounds it with jokes, gore, and a genuinely mournful love story. It's funny until it suddenly isn't. Essential for anyone curious how black comedy and real dread can share the same frame without either one blinking.

TMDb rating

7.4

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