This interesting prequel to the sequel An American Werewolf In Yorkshire lacks the British charm of that classic and replaces it with all the glitz of Fransay. Whereas the sequel was a low budget spin off of of Emmerdale starring many of off our favourite characters from that show (Archie, Seth, The Dingles, the lesbian, the evil guy in the wheelchair etc) this one is a high budget graphics affair starring a lot of French people I’ve never heard of, like Jacques Cousteau. It is kind of like Hostel as it features a group of back packing hippies travelling through Asia in search of drugs and womens.
The friends go to a club and fail to notice the strange hyropoctical symbols on the doors and walls. They enter and see that it is not a hippy club but is in fact full of dancey types listening to The Shaman and doing the spac leg. They decide to stay anyway as there is a pretty, but hairy girl. Everyone spots them as outsiders and want to beat and eat them, but they refrain from their natural French urges. Suddenly Born Sloppy plays on the radio and all the dancers go buck nuts. The lights turn off and red droplets begin to fall from pipes on the ceiling. The droplets become sprays and soon everyone is covered. It’s blood! Yes, all the people turn into werewolves and the friends try to escape but one is grabbed while the other escapes out the back door. He is horrified beyond belief but as he is in Paris he decides to chill and go to the Eifel tower for some sightspying. At the top he bumps into his friend who now appears to be a rotting zombie Nazi of some sort. His friend warns him that he will also turn at the next full moon unless he kills himself. Then he meets the hairy girl from the club who is trying to jump from the tower. He tells her to sort herself out and they go home for some lovin. Eventually it turns out she is a wolf and that he is also going to turn, but can he find a cure before it is too late? No! In the end they are all crushed by a bus.
I thought this film was pretty good, but it lacks the small farming community spirit of the first. Zak Dingle should really have popped up and been like ‘Ay up there Butch lad, what the frig are ya doing to my sheep, boy!’ The first may have had manure, but this just plain stank. That’s 90 minutes of my life I probably won’t ever get back ever of all time. 9 out of 10.
Best Scene: When the guy wakes up naked inside the Loover and all the people are looking down at him through the glass. One woman says something funny in French like ‘Es grand y bueno!’