I love werewolf movies. I really do. The struggle between man and the beast within is a timeless idea and one that, told well, can truly be a thing of beauty but the werewolf movie is a tricky thing to pull off. Sometimes, such as in the case of stone-cold classics like An American Werewolf in London or The Howling, they get it just right and it works. Other times, such as in the case of the “sequel” to the best werewolf film ever made or something like Underworld films, it’s a heartless mess of CGI where that idea is simply lost.
Personally, as a film-maker myself I have no qualms in admitting that the idea of making