This movie was majorly traumatic for me. Majorly. As in, to this day I can't walk the 1/4 mile from my cottage in Ireland to the neighbor's at night. I honestly can't. Logically, I know that werewolves don't exist. But that doesn't seem to matter in the moment. Sigh. It effed me up. Big time.

Now, that wouldn't have happened if I had been able to sit through more than 20 minutes of it when I first saw it at age ten. I would have discovered it was fairly campy and unrealistic in its close-ups of the werewolf. But I didn't find that out until college, when the damage was already done.

Nope, that first 20 minutes messed me up and it messed me up big-time. It was the scene with the guy from the old Dr. Pepper commercials- David Naughton- and his friend. Silly boys. They had to go and venture off the moonlit path. And I, an innocent child, paid the price when one of 'em got ripped apart. Oh well. Enjoy.

This was the movie of my childhood that scared the living crap out of me. Its the one with the classic man/ werewolf transformation scene. Scary!!!! Blood, guts, carnage and a splash of dark humor. (via Amazon)