An American Werewolf in Paris (1997)

“An American Werewolf in Paris” is perhaps the largest guilty pleasure that I will ever admit to in this blog. Yes, I liked this film despite all of its major obvious flaws. The CGI is over used and horrible, replacing and outright forgetting the best damn make-up special effects moments ever seen in a horror film, the transformation scene in the original “An American Werewolf in London”. And this film tries to blend comedy and this also falls flat and feels forced.  And of course there is the “cure” that is discovered by accident at the end of them movie, which simply mocks the curse of being a werewolf. So why do I love it? Probably because it stars my all-time celebrity crush, Julie Delpy. And the story isn’t bad; it’s just the best for a horror movie. Another redeeming quality is the fact that they include the various ghostly victims that are killed throughout the film, going so far as to try to cause an accident or two so their killer will get himself killed.

Three American friends are traveling around Europe, trying to outscore each other by performing crazy stunts; they’re also keeping score on how many women they meet and have sexy times with. Andy hasn’t done much on the trip and that’s because he’s waiting for Paris where he has an extreme stunt planned; to bungee jump off of the Eifel Tower. Once there after the Tower closes, Andy is preparing to jump when he sees Serafine, a Parisian woman who is about to jump off of the tower and commit suicide. Andy Jumps after her and catches her but ends up injuring himself as the rope retracts. He wakes up and decides that he has to find her. Andy eventually finds her and soon learns that she tried to kill herself because she’s a werewolf; unfortunately he learns this after he himself is bitten by a werewolf at a nightclub. Now Andy has to come to terms with his situation while dealing with a pack of werewolf bullies who throw parties that turn into bloodbaths.