The Wolf Man (1941)
Rather than go to the theater and see Benecio Del Toro’s remake Wolf Man (that can wait for the DVD release), I checked out a recent AMC Channel airing of the 1941 original.
Because I’m so squeamish, modern horror films hold little appeal for me. It’s not that I don’t like being scared from time to time, rather it is just that I hate seeing blood and guts on screen. “Disgusting” is not the same as “frightening.” It’s not to say that fright and disgust do not co-exist or are mutually exclusive.
A man wanders in the woods at night, his path lit by torch, a pistol clutched in his hands as he scans the bushes for sign of Monster. That’s scary. The Monster burst out of the woods and pounces at the man, who, in panic, fires his gun too high. That’s scary. Five minutes of the Monster devouring victim with a knife and fork as the victim watches his organs used to create a shish kabob. That’s disgusting. (more…)