The Boy Who Cried Werewolf (1973)

What can I say. “The Boy Who Cried Werewolf” features a largely unknown cast (which might explain why the acting in this movie is so weak) in a rather cheesy movie that doesn’t really seem to know whether it wants to be a comedy or a real horror movie – and yet I have to admit that this is probably my favorite werewolf movie of all time. I stumbled upon it many years ago when I was a kid and loved it then. Now, on the rare occasions when it pops up on TV (usually very late at night) I always watch it. Most recently it was on a Canadian cable station and I stayed up until after 2 in the morning to watch it.

It really is a rather intriguing story. A boy (Scott Sealey) and his father (Kerwin Matthews) are taking a night time walk through the woods while visiting their cabin when they’re suddenly attacked by a werewolf. The father fights the beast off but gets bitten, and – well, you know what happens. The kid starts seeing this werewolf all around the area of the cabin, runs to tell his dad but can never find him. He finally puts it all together and tries to tell everyone and anyone (the local sheriff, his mother) that his dad’s a werewolf. They all pat him on the head and say “right, kid.” In the midst of the movie there’s inexplicably a hippy commune of Jesus freaks who seem to have little purpose except to provide some comic relief.