Leg End of the Werewolf
While you're recovering in advance from the greatest pun of all time (give it a minute), please stare at the image above. It's from the travesty that was Van Helsing. It's a medical fact that it's such rubbish, as I have a phobia about werewolves (as phobias go, it's a good one to have) and I'm not scared to look at it.
This condition was caused by watching An American Werewolf in London when I was 10. I'm not going to use an image from American Werewolf for comparison. You know why.
For therapeutic reasons, I wrote a screenplay about my werewolf nightmares and set it in London in the 17th century, as you do. It asks the questions:
Dare you read it? I promise to graphicnovelerise it over the coming year.
You may commence laughing at The Greatest Pun of All Time™ now.
This condition was caused by watching An American Werewolf in London when I was 10. I'm not going to use an image from American Werewolf for comparison. You know why.
For therapeutic reasons, I wrote a screenplay about my werewolf nightmares and set it in London in the 17th century, as you do. It asks the questions:
- If only silver can kill a werewolf, what happens if you chop one up with a steel blade? Is he, or is he not, still alive?
- More to the point, if you were a butcher and had a supply of dead werewolves, wouldn't that meat stay fresh forever? As they didn't have refrigeration in the 17th century, you'd be rich! Or eaten. And eating werewolves is disgusting cos you're eating a doggy and/or a person. Eughh!
- But what if you had a werecow, a werepig? Weresheep?
- And most important of all, what would Christopher Marlowe have done about it?
Dare you read it? I promise to graphicnovelerise it over the coming year.
You may commence laughing at The Greatest Pun of All Time™ now.