I HOWL IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION

I was pretty much raised on movie monsters. The scarier the better.

I started out with all the usual suspects suffering from the ill-fated monstrosities of nature syndrome.


GODZILLA.

KING KONG.

As time, and my curiously morbid wonder bus, rolled along I found myself acquainted with more human versions of these monsters.

Dracula, Frankenstein, and The Wolfman would be my introduction to tortured characters that all hung in the balance between their humanity and ghoulish tendencies. Particularly Frankenstein and The Wolfman, as Dracula seemed to invoke a rabid fondness over his link on the savagery chain.

As the years wore on, film makers would continue to find new ways to re-invent these popular monstrous men from the early days of cinema. Special FX would indeed become something special and film budgets added more buckets of blood to their ever growing list of necessities.

Flash forward to recent years and the pussification of vampires largely due to those Twilight movies and novels. I actually blogged about all of this stuff and found the horror fan in me reminiscing about some of my favorite vampire films. The ones that truly exemplify what being a nocturnal blood fiend born and bred in the underworld is really about.

Here on the Dead by Dawn page we have blogged about classic vampires along with the finest zombie films. Recently I was reminded of another movie monster that I have yet to write about though. Werewolves. Wolfmen. Men who, as the saying goes, are pure at heart and say their prayers at night and yet find themselves becoming hairy beasts when the wolfbane blooms.

What actually brought this blog on was that I recently watched the new version of The Wolfman with Benicio Del Toro and Anthony Hopkins.

As I shook my head from it's lameness I was immediately reminded of some of the greatest cinematic beasts that past films have offered up. The ones who growled to the tune of Nobody does it better as they ripped and shredded mankind's body cavities with claws and fangs, before finding themselves on the wrong end of a silver bullet.

Though it was hardly what could be considered a horror film my first werewolf experience would be when I was very young and saw the movie Abbott and Costello meet Frankenstein (1948).

The legendary comedy duo bumbles through and yuks it up with the original trio of movie monsters. Dracula, Frankenstein, and The Wolfman. This was actually my introduction to all 3 of these legendary movie monsters and I have been hooked ever since.

Shortly afterwards I would see the original Wolfman (1941) with the amazing Lon Chaney Jr.

This film is a masterpiece and still lives up to it's name today as being beastly fun, and since then the lycanthropic world has never been the same.

Another early favorite was I was a Teenage Werewolf (1957).

This film was highlighted by Michael Landon's performace as sort of a hairy Rebel without a Cause. Very cool stuff for it's time. It paved the way for it's star too, from that Little House on the Prairie all the way to the Highway to Heaven.

I always enjoyed the great Hammer monster films, and while they are mostly known for a series of Dracula and Frankenstein films, in 1961 the studio turned out the Curse of the Werewolf that starred the always brilliant, and super cool even when he's nutty, Oliver Reed.

All of these films would grab my attention and be quite enjoyable tales of terror that featured hairy beasts torn between their humanity and their desire to simply tear their fellow humans to shreds. They all provided a young horror fan with the perfect education.

I truly believe the 80's to be the golden age of the lycans, as this era produced some of the finest werewolf films that would ever be made.

1981 alone would see some of the sub-genre's finest films of all time released.

My personal favorite werewolf movie ever is The Howling.

Based on a series of books by one of my first literary hero's of horror, Gary Brandner, The Howling served up furry fear more terrifying than it had ever been done before.

This dark and creepy classic found Dee Wallace Stone mixing it up with a werewolf cult while trying to recover from a traumatic experience. The film was way different than the book. In fact, it was an entirely unique beast all it's own. I had no call to be disappointed in any way though. The werewolves rule. There are several great moments, including a transformation during a sexual encounter by campfire.

Talk about animal magnetism.

Also released that same year was a film that would take an entirely different approach to the werewolf legend and in doing so become a seminal release when recounting horror classics.

An American Werewolf in London was both terrifying and frightfully funny with it's mixture of horror and comedy that would be transfused masterfully by it's director, John Landis.

The transformation scene that highlighted the truly epic special FX, created by Rick Baker, would set the standards by which, not only werewolf transformation scenes themselves, but special FX in general, would find themselves judged by for all time legacy.

Though it approached it's subject matter on a lighter note, An American Werewolf in London showed that humor and horror could be mixed perfectly. It's certainly one of the best horror/comedy hybrids of all time.

Weighing in heavy with it's environmentally conscious message rather than strictly being a monster tale, another great film found it's way into theaters that same year and though overshadowed by the previous 2 classics, this movie is still entertaining and worth a look.

Wolfen.

This movie is more of an intense drama and the creatures are not traditional werewolves. It's a lot of fun though. Albert Finney and Gregory Hines give stellar performances and the stalking sequences would prove to be quite influential, finding them copied by the likes of the Arnold Schwarzenegger classic Predator.

Company of Wolves (1984) is sort of a lycanthropic re-imagining of Little Red Riding Hood.

This bizarre fairy tale is littered with eye popping visual delights and is one of the most unique werewolf pictures of all time. A literal feast for the viewer as well as the onscreen creatures from it's title.

Werewolves and comedy would again be mixed in the 1985 Michael J. Fox vehicle Teen Wolf.

I found this movie a little over the top in it's silliness. Okay, a lot over the top. Fox's wolf mock surfs on top of a van in traffic and becomes a basketball star. I love comedy, but this was all a little too much for me.

The 80's also contributed another awesome werewolf flick in the Stephen King penned Silver Bullet.

This 1985 thriller has it all. It's sweet. It's funny. It's spooky. It even managed to pull off the seemingly impossible feat of making Gary Busey awesome. His role as Corey Haim's Uncle Red was a perfect fit in that he played a drunk.

Uncle Red would be the role of a lifetime. He is the cool Uncle that, while he drinks too much, has a lot of heart and Busey brings a surprising likability to the character. 

The film also gets bonus points for the coolest wheelchair ever too.

The 90's would find me less enthusiastic about werewolf films with the release of a truly unnecessary sequel, An American Werewolf in Paris.

This movie does wrong pretty much every single thing that it's far superior predecessor did right. One of the more notable differences is in the not so special FX, which boasted CGI technology over the classic man made monster terrors of the original. This movie was a complete bummer, although I truthfully wasn't expecting much in the first place so I guess overall it wasn't all that much of a disappointment.

Jack Nicholson turning into a werewolf sure does sound like a great idea. But after seeing the 1994 flick Wolf, I found myself more bored than enthralled.

This riff on the arrogance of man is probably one of the worst werewolf films of all time. Should one take into consideration all of those horrid Howling sequels this is saying a lot.

The 1996 film Bad Moon is certainly the best werewolf film of the 90's.

Funny, touching and gory, this tale focuses on werewolves as told from the perspective of the family dog, Thor. Very original. There is some really good morphing transformation scenes too. This is one of the lesser known werewolf flicks but is one that should be at the top of the must see list for those who have not heard of it.

If you are looking for some cool but cheesy werewolf movies to check out you can always do right by tracking down any of the Paul Naschy movies.

I discovered these films on home video in the 80's. They all seem to go by multiple titles, so I guess it's just best to google Paul Naschy and start from there. These movies are pretty low budget and even lower on the quality of the FX but, as werewolf movies go, one could certainly do a whole lot worse.

A film that is not really a werewolf movie, but is quite an enjoyable exploitation feast of 70's cinema cheese loaded with sex and violence is Werewolf Woman.

This 1976 film about a woman who goes mad and has delusions that she is a werewolf is a whole lot of fun for those looking for something sleazy and cheesy.

As anybody knows, when something proves a little successful the inevitable sequels will find themselves being made. But, that is not always a bad thing. Sure, those Howling flicks that followed the original classic might have more in common with wolf turds than the beasts they feature but there are 2 series' of films that I highly recommend for any horror fan looking for an evening of fun and fright covered with fur.

In the not strictly a werewolf film department there is the Underworld series, having films released in 2003, 2006, and 2009.

These graphic novels brought to life play out sort of like a cartoonish and intense horror film crossed with The Matrix.

They tell the story of the battle between the Lycans and the Vampires. They are filled to the brim with CGI but they are also loaded with enough gore soaked action that it's almost easy to forgive.

The third film, Rise of the Lycans, is actually a prequel. But there is an actual fourth film and sequel due in 2011.

(***Current note to reader- Since the original posting of this blog that 4th film, subtitled "Awakening", was actually released in 2012. If you enjoyed the other films in the series you should dig this one as well.***)

Also well worth checking out is the Ginger Snaps series.

The first film, released in 2000, is a brilliant, darkly funny and quite gory tale of adolescence that uses the coming of age and the impending womanhood of it's lead characters as metaphors for a tale of werewolves. This Ginger not only snaps, she rocks and this film shows the werewolf sub-genre is far from played out.

The second film is good too, although the third one, also a prequel is only so-so. Still worth a look though if you're gonna search out the rest of the series.

Before making The Descent, director Neil Marshall gave us his contribution to the werewolf legend in the 2002 film Dog Soldiers.

This movie plays out sort of like a cross between Predator and Aliens, only with werewolves. Soldiers are trapped in the woods by a clan of lycanthropes in this action packed and sometimes funny thriller that is an ass kicking good time from start to finish. There was a rumored sequel being shot, although it has yet to see the light of day.

Another movie that is in a class all by itself is the 2001 film Brotherhood of the Wolf.

This French made film is sort of an art house favorite that brilliantly mixes gothic romance, horror, fantasy, and even martial arts.

Though not technically a werewolf film in the traditional sense, this movie is a literal feast for the senses in it's sweeping tale of romance against a backdrop of lush set pieces mixed with brutal violence. For the movie fan that seeks something fresh and original, this one will have you covered in more than fur.

I'm not sure what the future holds for the lycanthropes of screen legend.

The most recent adaptation of The Wolfman was a bomb at the box office. Rightfully so, as the film was pretty much an overlong turdfest. There was some decent gore and the visuals were interesting enough at times I suppose. But, this movie was pretty much another big budget misfire from a major studio. Maybe we need some more indie werewolves.

If you're looking for some hairy fun and entertainment right now though, the movies mentioned here should do you just fine. They're some of the best werewolves the movies have to offer. At least in our opinion. Okay, so maybe not so much Teen Wolf. But the rest of them kick some hairy ass. Like a silver bullet aimed at the silver screen, these beasts aim and maim to please.

***Original post date 7/12/2010***

RATS NEST

***A guest blog by Ben, the Rat Blogger. Original post date 12/8/2011***

When you humans think of a rat’s nest you think of a filthy disgusting despicable ugly dwelling where scum infected rats congregate, mate and spit out little pink squirmy babies. Well let me tell you something: A RAT’S NEST IS A STRUCTURAL WORK OF GENIUS!  I laugh sometimes when I think of ignorant humans referring to their hair as being rat’s nests.  The gross keratin that grows out of the little puffy oil pockets in your head with absolutely no effort on your part doesn’t ever come close to the beauty of one of our nests. 

A Rat's nest is more than just a mere squatting grounds or comfort zone for us vermin to rest our tails and filthy little feet at the end or beginning of any given day. It's an artform in itself. A Rat's nest can say so much about each of their builders. Yes, we build our own castles in order to rule there. In addition to impressive architectural erections this provides epic character for our otherwise considered small bodies and egos. This is more than can ever be said for humans and their miserable construction that only leads to lives filled with dysfunction and dis-illusion. Structure and creativity are essential in establishing order and worth. Besides, nests are merely temporary resting places and stepping stones to each doorway that leads us all to the next episode. What is life if one does not continue to saunter or trample the earth? All part of the Rat code. 

The houses you people build are made from press-board, Styrofoam, chicken wire, stucco material and paint.  And then they are sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars indeed.  If only you knew that you could build an abode from your own filth and waste.  We rats have perfected making our own dwellings from these materials and have adapted to the evolution of such materials over thousands of years.  These materials have become more disgusting and useful as time has slithered on.

Rat architecture has become more creative and varied over the years. There is also always room to improvise and adapt to various living conditions. Not so with humans unless one decides to run their social artillery out of a cardboard box or a car. Such options never by choice  for primarily humans live in houses and apartments. They are given many different names to shield their lack of creative stamina and structural vision. Homes. Pads. Homes are terms of endearment that hood Rats use for each other and pads are things used to soak up sprayings and spills. 

My number one material to structure a nest from would be poop.  There are so many different kinds of poop.  Each rat has his own taste as far as what type of poop he uses.  Now human poop is truly the vilest of any creature.  It’s because of all of the sick twisted things you idiots ingest.  I do really like the aroma of it once it’s been allowed to dry and crust into a hardened material. That happens after flies have sucked all of the juices out of it. After I have constructed an igloo type of dwelling with the human excrement, I really like to add some human nails to the roof, which accents the beauty of the dwelling.  Also, packing some pubic hair on the little window sills makes for a nice furry cushion for my little rat elbows to rest on as I lean out the window and take in the sites at the dump yard. It should be noted though that human poop tends to be stickier than much wildlife. I think that since animals poop on the run their textures are just more eco-friendly. Although diarrhea is fun for larger clans as kids just love all that splashing.

Elephant poop makes a great dwelling as well and is very thick in it’s aromatherapy that it provides on a daily bases.  The musty odor is ever so intoxicating.  The only problem is, this type of poop is hard to come by, unless you’re an African rat, which makes it a bit more accessible.  This kind of poop has lots of hay in it, which makes for a great base for rubbing butts up against when they get itchy from vermin infestations. The intense African climates allow for moisture and compliance enough as to not present furry tenants with suction issues. Northern donors who plop out fly bait real estate risk cooler winds and thus can cause hardening of the farteries. Even a filthy rat doesn't like to sleep on a lump of coal. Still, we do adapt and take what we can get. I know me personally I got better things to do than sit around grading shit all day. If they are offering and I'm in need a drop in the bucket is a treasure indeed.

Poop varies and therefore different types have different gripes. Plus dissipation means eviction. But overall it's the perfect place to lay in when you're trying to catch z's. Incidentally, catching z's takes on a whole new meaning when home sweet home is a hollowed out dung heap because the master of the house is treated to all the home delivery they could ask for. Since flies have such a love affair with shit the non-discriminating vermin connoisseur of cuisine is pretty much set for as long as they call the poop porch their dwelling grounds. Catching buzz z's you will be.

I once made a hideaway for myself out of an old hardened silicone breast implant.  I read in a newspaper that there was a woman downtown who thought she was getting sick from her implants, so she cut them out herself in a gory self mutilating scene, and threw them in the trash.  Well I was lucky to have picked it out of the trash; it was a size EE!  It was considerably light for its size.  You would think such a thing would make a long lasting vacation home but it was a bad idea because I could never hang out in it without a constant hard on.  Just really strange…I think they put something in those things to make any male get one when these things are hanging around.  Because they certainly don’t look right most of the time.  But what do I know? I’m just a filthy rat. 

Since there are different types of Rats there are always going to be various preferences and do-ups. Street Rats are less fickle than many breeds. Such are the perks when one is used to sleeping inside of a crusty vagrant bung-hole. The only problem with these quarters is that it becomes quite tempting to lick the walls of the anus. This is a bad trip, man. I have seen many friends victimize themselves to this shit demon. Licking these walls incapacitates us. Gotta keep moving, you know? Of course this would not present issue for sewer Rats. Those Rat bastards got all the time in the world. 

Rats are creative and quite thorough in our duty as well as our adaptation skills. Whatever we have or get .... you can believe that we will not only work with it but excel where human imbeciles fail miserably. Only as a last resort would a member of the man kind set their zip code in a cardboard box. I once found immense comfort in one of these outside of a Chinese restaurant though. To a human this might be considered putrid. Rat logic smiles a black-toothed grin on such convenience. I have used rotten sushi and even fish guts from waste dumpsters as furniture. Each produces a lovely smelling foyer.

Various forms of garbage both edible and stagnant are top notch materials to be used for building any vermin penthouse. Food really can only be used as garnish since it does eventually rot away. But Rats are down for whatever. Living conditions are always subject to change and since our survival hinges upon rolling with these changes just know that we are going to not only deal but make bank. Sometimes making bank can mean hitting the jackpot. 

I was once squatting amongst alleyway territory in a deserted mission district when a stench of most putrescent majesty overtook me so hard that I nearly found my body toppling over onto my back with all four feets toward the sky. There was a rotted corpse, apparently female and apparently stabbed to death, all snuggled in with piles of garbage in the dankest corner of the alley. Considering the section of town this was in I knew there would be no way anybody would come and remove this street trash any time soon. 

After a survey I found myself rewarded with what to this day remains the most enormous and luxurious Rat's nest that I have inhabited. A veritable utopia of living and leisure complete with an ambiance of filth and malaise that puts the most dung ridden sewer nest to shameful inferiority. From all the stab wounds the body cavity best resembled a gigantic piece of Swiss cheese. The body of this murdered harlot had now been reduced to a warehouse of fetid refuse all strung together with an elaborate duct system from all the gouges and rotted flesh debris. Her vagina and anus were immediately turned into separate party areas. One night things got out of hand and Joey Nibbles clawed through the tissue walls that divide the two areas. I was pissed at first because of all the mess but once I cooled down I realized that I now had one great big party room that emptied up into the rib cage where there were lots of structures to cling on in case things got out of hand due to any apocalyptical disturbances. You know, like earthquakes and shit.

The best thing of all was that whoever had gutted this sleaze pie left the knife protruding from her abdomen and when there would be rain storms me and the boys would use the blade as a diving board for pool parties. This made me quite popular in the circle of filth. But, as things do change and other animals start sniffing around and gobbling up on all the heapings of putrefaction I found myself left with only a hollowed out body cavity with a whole lot of soft areas and dents from being chipped in horrid weather. I have since moved well on from those days of luxury. But that is what we Rats do. We move on and we adapt and we can be known to be damn genius with our creative endeavors. 

Human beings will often be defined by their vehicles and their porn collections. If the essence of a Rat can be isolated and celebrated than it must be through examination of the most paramount expression of vermin nobility known to Rat kind. The Rat's nest. Of course by Rat I am referring to only those real and true. Not those domesticated fucks. I have known those types to make a lair from jell-o. What a bunch of stupid assholes. Jell-o is for pussies. Pudding too. Unless it's butt pudding. When butt pudding dries it will make a nice carpet for a nest. A Rat's nest. Home sweet home to filth ridden disease carrying vermin scum. Like me.