I knew I’d chosen well as soon as the movie opened playing a lilting rendition of Blue Moon, while the camera explored a pastoral, Welsh countryside. Sure, we see that our story will take place on foggy moors, but, really, with that light-hearted music swinging along, what could go wrong?
All the elements of horror clicked into place; we all knew what would happen next. So why wasn’t I drawn into the terror mounting as the growling werewolf circled closer and closer to these hapless victims? Because the risque banter, fresh-faced teenaged boys, and feel-good music just wouldn’t allow me to take any aspect of the film too seriously. Even when poor Jack is mauled -- his throat shredded, blood slick over his face and lifeless body -- I just couldn’t get too upset.
In his IMDb.com review of “one of my favorite films”, Brandt Sponseller calls these unexpected mood shifts “comedy/tragedy juxtaposition.” Since “both the comedy and the horror are fully committed to,” the film’s viewers must decide which element to fixate on.
His disgust no doubt deepened with each successive visit from Jack, his decaying face revealing bones protruding from putrid flesh. Finally, David is left in a porno theater (the raunchy movie adding hilariously incongruous heavy breathing and naked bodies to this improbable scene) talking with Jack’s rotting corpse and six freshly bloodied, undead victims -- all offering advice on how to best kill himself.