"Golly Matt," you query. "Whatever are you talking about ?" Glad you asked.
Blood and Chocolate, which came out today, is just another in a long line of werewolf movies that seems to be ashamed of itself. By that, i mean they're almost always set against some pseudo-gothic backdrop, IE, Romania. With scary statues, and what not. As if werewolves themselves weren't mysterious enough on their own. Or, as in American Werewolf in Paris and B&C, a cast populated by sissy looking Eurotrash right out of VOGUE. I can't buy these people as anything but underwear models...not real people.
Or Underworld, with it's characters all decked out in dark rubber or turn-of-the-century frilly clothes, and living in a castle, which, I might add, is always shot through a Sepia, or Blue filter. It's as if directors are afraid if they film a movie that shows natural color, someone will accuse them of being GAY.
I think what I'm saying, is werewolf movies are almost too aware of themselves, and too influenced by dark, brooding, leather wearing vampire movies. They can't force a werewolf to crack a smile, otherwise he's not "scary" or "dark" enough. It's ALMOST as if if they are afraid of someone cracking werewolf jokes about their film, so it has to be "dark" in order to have any legitimacy with a very small horror sub-genre fanset.
Sorry, this may be a little more analysis than what you guys are used to hearing. But I can't be the only person who feels this way.
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