An American Werewolf in Paris

Review by Jason Gaston

 

Sixteen years after An American Werewolf in London, we learn that werewolves are alive and well in Paris as well as the resulting daughter from the rendezvous in An American Werewolf in London, Sarafine, who tries to commit suicide by leaping off of the Eiffel Tower. Enter the "American" in American Werewolf, Andy, a young daredevil on a European tour who rescues Sarafine and falls hopelessly in love with her.

I suppose I should point out the lapse in judgment of Andy rescuing Saraphine by bungee jumping off the tower, but why introduce logic into something so illogical?

Despite several attempts to ward Andy and his buddies off, Sarafine finally agrees to go out on a date which is cut short by Sarafine kicking the snot out of a guy three times her size. Sarfine disappears and Andy and his friends race back to her house and are greeted by a man named Claude who invites them to a party saying that Sarafine will be there. Upon getting to the party, Sarafine whisks Andy away telling him to run for his life... just as the full moon rises and she begins to transform.

To make a long story short , Andy is bitten, his friends are torn to pieces, and hilarity and hijinks ensue.

I really don't know what it was about An American Werewolf in Paris that I liked so much. Probably the mixing of dark humor and horror... maybe the continuation of the American Werewolf story... maybe just because of the werewolves. It's just gloriously sick and gory and I loved just about every minute of it!

The thing is, though, I know that this is a terrible movie!  I know that watching An American Werewolf in Paris is like hanging out with brainless frat boys who thinks that everything that happens when they're drunk is hilarious, but I still enjoyed it for various and unknown reasons.  As a sequel to An American Werewolf in London, the Paris chapter is sadly lacking but in spite of its brainlessness, or perhaps because of it, it is strangely endearing at the same time.

Liking this movie is a tad embarrassing, I do admit, but I like what I like and... I like this.  I don't think that this will be a very widespread phenomenon, however, and that I'm more than likely an isolated case sort of like the only person in the world with a foot growing out of their head, so take this positive review with a grain or perhaps a shaker of salt.

I liked this stupid movie and I'm not sure why.