La légende du loup-garou

I fall into the first category: anything with lycanthropy, I'm THERE! Peter Cushing is fantastic in this film. My particular favorite line he does as a throwaway, looking at a fresh corpse, "Oh, yes, that is VERY nasty." The red lens was a great idea, used effectively in its first scene, then poorly in every scene following. You don't really get a good look at the werewolf til two-thirds into the film and that's for the best. The time- lapse transformation scene starts out great, the next to last shot looks menacing and feral and you wish it'd stop there, then finishes with this silvery-white helmet head look that is nothing short of ludicrous looking in this, the revelatory scene.

The film is not without pathos, however. As an animal lover, I couldn't help but feel pity for Etoil as he was forced to beat one of the wolves in his zoo to death. And, you Hammer elitists out there, you cannot deny that the final sequence with Etoil and Christine is moving and poignantly tragic. Crawling through the sewers weezing "Christine...Christine...".

I confess: I own this on VHS, '87 Interglobal release. I got it when I was 8 and obsessed with werewolves, and I watched it constantly. Every other year or so, I pop it in and I'm not terribly disappointed. Not good, but better than a few Hammer films. So there.

Hammer undoubtedly ruled the horror industry during the sixties & seventies, but there were several other production studios that released a couple of noteworthy gems, particularly Amicus ("The House that Dripped Blood", "Tales from the Crypt", "The Beast Must Die") and Tigon ("The Witchfinder General", "Blood on Satan's Claw", "The Creeping Flesh"). Tyburn was another very modest and rather anonymous studio, but they did manage to contract both director Freddie Francis and veteran actor Peter Cushing for their fairly original, suitably violent and delightfully raunchy lycanthrope tale "Legend of the Werewolf". The always-reliable and fantastic Sir Cushing has a lovely role as cynical police surgeon, but his distinct voice also serves for the narration of the atmospheric opening sequences. The titular "Legend" is that of a young infant whose parents are devoured by a pack of wolves but then raised by the same animals. When he's about 7, the boy is captured by a travelling freakshow and exploited as the main attraction in a cage. But upon the first full moon after his 18th birthday, he transforms into a werewolf for the first time, kills a man and is forced to run off again. He ends up in the sleazier part of Paris where he sneaks into a zoo and connects with the wolves there. The sleazy and drunk caretaker (a fabulous performance by Ron Moody) takes him in and offers him shelter and a job, but he cannot control his savage nature. When the moon is full, he prowls the streets and sewers and particularly targets the clients of his beloved cabaret girl Christine. "Legend of the Werewolf" is engaging 70s horror with a raw atmosphere and gruesome make-up effects, as well as a large dose of dry and wit British humor; - mainly provided by Cushing when he's performing autopsies, or Moody when he's trying to score free drinks.

My first exposure to horror cinema was seeing the poster of this movie when I was 10 years old. I wasn't old enough to be taken to a horror movie then, so I hadn't been able to watch it on big screen at the time. Since then, it had become a holy grail for me. Unfortunately, it wasn't easily available. A second-hand VHS I had bought from ebay had turned out to be unwatchable. It hasn't been released on DVD as of yet. Recently, someone uploaded an apparently fan-made transfer from an old 35 mm print on to you-tube and I've finally watched it. I wasn't disappointed with it. A boy raised by wolves in the wilderness becomes a werewolf when there is full moon. As a grown-up, he falls in love with a prostitute and begins to kill her customers. Perhaps the frustration and jealousy driving him might have been more developed, but this premise is nevertheless OK as it stands. Visually, the movie boasts some very gory close-ups of the werewolf's blood-soaked mouth at the violent scenes and the underground sewer tunnels where some of the action takes place are a welcome setting. Peter Cushing as the police surgeon and Ron Moody as the wolf-man's employer excel in their roles. In sum, LEGEND OF THE WEREWOLF is worth a view if you don't set your expectations at the level of masterpieces.

As a collector of the horror genre I always try and seek out some of the rarest titles I can find, so you can imagine my delight when I came across this seldom seen werewolf yarn at my local flea market. Not only is it no longer available for distribution but it had Peter Cushing's name in the credits! That's reason enough for me to purchase it. The story centers around a young boy named Etoile, whose parents were slaughtered by wolves when he was a baby. The wolves then took it upon themselves to raise Etoile as one of their own. Years later a traveling sideshow stumbles upon Etoile in the forest and they take him along as an attraction for their show dubbing him "wolf boy". As Etoile grows into a man he finds that some unusual characteristics have come along with his adulthood, especially when the moon is full. The rest of the movie details Etoile's obsession with a prostitute he has fallen in love with. When her clients turn up brutally murdered the police start a full investigation. Who will turn up as the guilty party? You'll have to watch the movie to find out and believe me it's worth tracking down. Outstanding performances from Peter Cushing as a coroner who tries to play detective and track down the killer, and Ron Moody as a sleazy and truly creepy zookeeper that Etoile works for. This British werewolf flick is probably now long forgotten and in my opinion deserves to be rescued from obscurity. With names like Peter Cushing and Freddie Francis attached to it, how can you resist?

The Legend of The Werewolf was produced by Tyburn productions, the same people who made 1975's The Ghoul, also with Peter Cushing. Although many involved in the making of these films have been associated with the House of Hammer, it is obvious that Tyburn was a poor imitation for Hammer. Which is not to say Legend of The Werewolf is not entertaining. Indeed, the presence of Peter Cushing alone makes it interesting to horror buffs such as myself. Many films of this ilk are surprisingly hard to find today and valuable to collectors. My copy, distributed by Interglobal Home video, was purchased many years ago and today is next to impossible to find. Interglobal had the distinction for a time in the late 1980's and early 90's for making available films such as these and for that we owe them a considerable debt. Legend of The Werewolf covers no new ground and few surprises. A baby is left for dead and is raised among the wild animals. A few years pass and he is rescued by a traveling carney and spends the rest of his youth performing as "Wolfboy." Finally he embarks out on his own and goes to work as a zookeeper in Paris. Murders begin to happen and Peter Cushing, a medical examiner dabbling in detective work, begins to piece the mystery together. Regrettably, the finale holds little in the way of surprise and is anything but shocking or mysterious. Production values are acceptable given the low budget constraints but one is aware that the House of Hammer could have done much better with similar resources. One bright spot other than Cushing's presence is Ron Moody as the seedy head zookeeper. What a sleazebag! The plotline is fairly creative as a house of ill repute is used to frame the story of the murders and "animal" attacks. Our wolfman's love interest is a prostitute whom he has sadly placed on a pedestal of virtue. Ah well - even low budget B flicks contain their poignant moments of human frailty. If you are a fan of Peter Cushing, obscure horror films, or both, this is required viewing. If you are neither you may not wish to bother. Still, when I viewed this film recently after having not seen it for several years, I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would.