**The best horror film of the eighties**
This is a gem, it really is. Alternately amusing and horrific - John Landis plays our emotions like a fiddle here. He is pulling all the strings and we are uncertain as to which string he is going to pull next.
From the eerie Yorkshire countryside of the opening scenes through David's _awful_ nightmares in hospital to amusing zombie chit chat and finally the climactic slaughter in London - this film never lets up.
How many films will you find Kermit the frog sharing a scene with throat slicing, machine gun wielding mutants dressed as Nazis?
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"Beware the moon, lads."
Still frightening and funny 38 years later.
The transformation scene was absolutely incredible, but also really painful. You literally hear every bone crack in his body, and all his organs reshaping and shifting. No other werewolf movie has topped that scene and never will. The song Bad Moon Rising is the icing on the cake.
Rick Baker make-up work is masterful. He's the real beast here.
An 80s horror classic!
The storyline was well written, the special effects were amazing, and Jenny Agutter was so sexy!
Although the ending was a bit rushed - just like the Wolfman, the main character dies, and the film ends, just like that!
What's more messed up is they play an upbeat song during the end credits, right after we see David's lifeless body.
The ending is my one critique. The rest of the movie was pretty good.
"David" (David Naughton) and his pal "Jack" (Griffin Dunne) are taking a walking tour of the UK when they decide to stop off at a pub. They are about as welcome as a dose of the clap and after a few minutes banter with the natives decide they are better off walking. The thing is, those inside know how dangerous it's about to be out there - and the boys soon find out. It's "David" who wakes up in hospital, replete with some mysterious scratch marks, nightmares and claiming that they were attacked by a brutal hound. Nobody really believes him, and anyway his attention is quickly diverted by nurs...
