Chock another Update up to Svengoolie. During his re-airing of Werewolf of London (from a 2011 Episode), I found a Poor Bastard of Cinema that is about 80 years old!
In the film, our hero is cursed with Lycanthropy. When he is scared away from an earlier target, he wanders the Streets...
As (her bad) luck would have it, a woman walks down the same Street as him through the fog.
Faster than you can say 'Holy Warren Zevon, Batman,' he emerges and picks her as a target!
She runs off, but dies...off-camera, since this film was made in the 1930s.
If you still have doubts as to why I picked this moment to induct, behold the Newspaper headline that follows...
Damn- you don't even get a name! I guess pathos hadn't made its way into movies yet.
The lesson: watch your ass when you are in London. Oh and always carry a large, silver blade with you at all times.
In the film, our hero is cursed with Lycanthropy. When he is scared away from an earlier target, he wanders the Streets...
The lesson: watch your ass when you are in London. Oh and always carry a large, silver blade with you at all times.
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