Review of An American Werewolf in Paris (1997) by Jason D — 20 Sep 2009
During the Scream/faggy teen horror phase of the mid to late 90's, someone thought it would be a great idea to revitalize the American Werewolf in London hype by creating a hip and edgy sequel (already much delayed and pointless by this point), however, the film had an edge when director Anthony Waller was brought on bored, after having wowed viewers with his rather dark and violent Mute Witness.
The end result is nothing short of a disaster. An American Werewolf in Paris showcases young, American morons (headed by Tom Everett Scott) who go to Paris to do crazy daredevil stunts. Scott becomes involved with werewolves when he saves Julie Deply (apparently the love child of David Naughton and Jenny Agutter in the first film) from committing suicide.
After that, there's this thing with the wolves having a serum that lets them transform at will and some other such nonsense that I honestly want to forget. Basically, this was a pointless, cash-in attempt at following a masterpiece film, but winds up being a disappointing turd that completely tarnishes the original.
There are some fun parts, but they definitely don't involve the cartoon wolves that run amok through this film. The filmmakers try to show off the next phase of special effects, CGI, which wind up being laughable and retarded compared to the incredible visual effects of the original.
They also try to add humor to the film, which they inevitably sucked at doing. John Landis and his crew could do it. The folks at Dimension clearly didn't. To top things off, most of the actors come off as annoying and dull.
Overall, a sad moment in horror history. I pity anyone who actually enjoys this muck.
This review of An American Werewolf in Paris (1997) was written by Jason D on 20 Sep 2009.
An American Werewolf in Paris has generally received mixed reviews.
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