AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON
The law of sod dictates you must wait ages for a decent werewolf flick to arrive, only for two to come along in the same year. That year was 1981, and the lycanthropic delicacies in question were Joe Dante’s The Howling (Dee Wallace, irreverent, bloody) and John Landis’ An American Werewolf In London (Jenny Agutter, irreverent, bloodier). But where Dante’s derisive romp served its humour with a generous helping of ham, Landis was adamant his dark beast would have bite.
“My intention was not to make a comedy,
