An American Werewolf in Paris

(review © Jon Horne 2000)
After fifteen years, the crappy sequel to a great film. You know the story because it's much the same as "American Werewolf in London", and it doesn't take much to imagine it updated to look like a Pepsi Max advert. Charmless, short on surprises and very thin on jokes (bad news for a scary comedy), the main difference to the original is that you really REALLY want these guys to get eaten. But guess what, the bloody thing has a happy ending.

A combination of Julie Delpy (the acceptable face of paedophilia) behaving bestially, and a few American tourists getting ripped limb from limb by French skinheads is the only thing that made me sit through this until the end.

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