Whew. OK, after a day off in seclusion, I’m (mostly) recovered from the rigors of hanging out with my favorite people two weekends in a row. Still, I expect to be a big foggy at work today, and I have old friends over for a movie tomorrow night, and then the Watch Party on Friday…man, I am not for this much socializing.
Anyway, when we left off last week we were in the middle of B-Fest (two weekends back). The next movie after Fiend Without a Face was The Boy Who Cried Werewolf, presumably a screenplay written entirely around the title. Also the sixth monster movie in a row, and really, they probably should have separated those a bit. The film is a bit overlong, the cast is stiff and the titular child actor isn’t that great, they fell in love with their werewolf mask and featured it way too much. That said, it’s not bad. For most of its running time it feels like a made for TV movie, but that makes the deaths of a pretty nice couple all the more shocking. Probably the most impressive thing is that this is the very rare film presenting hippies who i didn’t hate.