When it comes to horror films, my advanced age (achieved through balanced diet, fresh air, and an ancient demonic curse) gives me a slight advantage. For many of the 1980s-era (era) classics, my first watch was not on a VHS rental at a slumber party full of pre-teens, but in a giant darkened theatre full of other adults. An American Werewolf in London is one such film, and let me tell you—when this film was released in 1981, the audience reaction was NUTS. Zombie Nazis machine-gunning children? A werewolf transformation, complete with nonstop screaming? Wise-cracking corpses, decapitated policemen, and full-frontal nude male balloon stealing? Yes, please!