I love werewolves. They are, hands down, my favorite monster. Need proof? Well, some of my favorite movies are The Howling, An American Werewolf in London, and Ginger Snaps (bet most of you have no idea what that last one even is). I’ll even go so far as saying that, as bad as Van Helsing is, it had a pretty sweet looking werewolf:
So, while I’m happy that 2009 may be “The Year of the Werewolf”–yes, I’m pretty psyched about Benicio Del Toro’s remake of The Wolf Man and hold out hope that 2009 might see Ginger Snaps 4–I’m a little annoyed that most of the projects mentioned in these articles are actually vampire series. Twilight. True Blood. Underworld. All vampire series. So, even if it is going to be “The Year of the Werewolf”, Hollywood is still forcing our furry brothers to ride the foppish coattails of those pasty-faced bloodsuckers.
And, in this Era of Change, that’s just wrong.