THE WEREWOLF (1956) is an American B-movie horror yarn that I caught on telly the other night. It begins with an amnesiac wandering into a bar before finding himself assaulted by the town drunk, but he has a surprise in store that soon leads the whole town on a manhunt. You don't hear much about this production and on seeing it you realise why: there's very little horror content and it feels much like a standard drama in terms of plotting and character. It also jettisons most of the expected werewolf mythos and atmosphere and other than some cool transformation scenes, doesn't have a whole lot to offer the seasoned horror fan; I WAS A TEENAGE WEREWOLF is much more fun.
Review of The Werewolf
