By Rhea Dee
The first time I saw An American Werewolf in London I was about 11 or 12. It was around this time that I started to take a proactive interest in my dad’s horror collection. I mean, I loved the horror films he showed me, but this was the first time that I actually fingered through his tapes (and laserdiscs…holy 90’s) and asked: “Dad, is Re-Animator good? Should I watch it?” So basically, when I watched An American Werewolf, I watched it ‘cause I wanted to, because I was building up my horror knowledge (by the way, I did love Re-Animator. I still love Re-Animator).
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