American Werewolf In Paris, An : Movie Review


If John Landis was dead, he’d turn over in his grave after seeing all these quickly made three-dimensional werewolves trying to scare his fans. This sequel doesn’t come close to the original. In fact, it seems correct to claim that his movie wanted to improve the aspects that made its predecessor a classic. It caricatures them to the extreme and obviously fails. We meet a gang of guys on vacation that are hated because they are Americans and that are bitten. Then, our hero falls in love with his caretaker. Also present are un-dead friends that come back to try to kill the hero, a love story, attractive breasts, too frequent nightmares inside other nightmares and a very present soundtrack.

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