The howling you hear isn’t from the monster—it’s from fans watching a beloved classic get saddled with a clumsy sequel. We dive into An American Werewolf in Paris and sort the few effective frights from an avalanche of awkward humor, rubbery CGI, and logic that faceplants off the Eiffel Tower. We set the scene with a spoiler warning and a tart “Sinister Sip,” then get honest about why a meager 7 percent score feels fair: the chemistry is flat, the jokes miss, and the tone wanders between frat...
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The howling you hear isn’t from the monster—it’s from fans watching a beloved classic get saddled with a clumsy sequel. We dive into An American Werewolf in Paris and sort the few effective frights from an avalanche of awkward humor, rubbery CGI, and logic that faceplants off the Eiffel Tower. We set the scene with a spoiler warning and a tart “Sinister Sip,” then get honest about why a meager 7 percent score feels fair: the chemistry is flat, the jokes miss, and the tone wanders between frat...
Ep. 100: Wes Craven’s "Vampire in Brooklyn" (1995)
Screams & Streams
52 minutes
3 months ago
Ep. 100: Wes Craven’s "Vampire in Brooklyn" (1995)
A vampire drifts into Brooklyn with destiny on his mind—and somehow leaves horror and comedy at the door. We pull apart Vampire in Brooklyn with a candid look at how a dream lineup of Eddie Murphy, Angela Bassett, and Wes Craven gets tripped up by clashing tones, studio pressures, and choices that confuse more than they charm. From the opening shipwreck to the final showdowns, we trace the moments that could have worked if the film had committed to being scary first and funny second. We dig ...
Screams & Streams
The howling you hear isn’t from the monster—it’s from fans watching a beloved classic get saddled with a clumsy sequel. We dive into An American Werewolf in Paris and sort the few effective frights from an avalanche of awkward humor, rubbery CGI, and logic that faceplants off the Eiffel Tower. We set the scene with a spoiler warning and a tart “Sinister Sip,” then get honest about why a meager 7 percent score feels fair: the chemistry is flat, the jokes miss, and the tone wanders between frat...
