Starring Clifford Evans, Oliver Reed, Yvonne Romain, Catherine Feller, Anthony Dawson, Josephine Llewelyn, Richard Wordsworth, Hira Talfrey, John Gabriel, Warren Mitchell, Anne Blake

Directed by Terence Fisher

Expectations: High. Loving these Hammer movies, love the werewolf character.

Hammer continues to impress with this stunning rendition of an old, tired tale. Once again they choose to go in a completely opposite direction from the classic Universal film, delivering a film that is not only better, but incredibly so. How did they manage such a feat? By following their tried and true method of focusing on the characters. The Curse of the Werewolf is not quite epic in its scope, but it does seek to present a nuanced portrayal of a life in its entirety. This is the werewolf by way of Charles Dickens, and I loved it.

The first half hour or so is dedicated solely to setting up the origin of the werewolf in question. And not just his childhood, but the series of events leading to his conception! This is the first of many wonderful strokes of genius and is easily my favorite section of the film. A beggar seeks food and drink, but is turned away by the poor townspeople as all their food reserves have been given to the Marquis for his wedding day. One of the boisterous men jokingly suggests that the beggar should go to the party and seek his handouts there. The beggar, oblivious to the joke, decides it’s a better plan than any he’s had all day and sets out down the road. I don’t want to ruin anything so I’ll stop here, but suffice it to say this is one of the best half hours I’ve ever seen in classic horror cinema. Perhaps it’s just my intense love for revenge stories and the hard extremes presented here. I can’t say for sure, but I thought it was brilliant.

Terence Fisher is clearly on top of his game here, if that wasn’t already apparent by the other films I’ve watched of his the last couple of weeks. He had a good ten years or so of directing under his belt by the time he started making horror films for Hammer and it shows. The Curse of the Werewolf is a few films after the one-two punch of The Curse of Frankenstein and Dracula, and while there aren’t any specific moments that standout on their own, the entire film is incredibly solid. This film also features what is quickly becoming a Fisher trademark to me, excellent dialogue-free sequences. Werewolf has more than any previous film I’ve seen and they all work incredibly well, selling the terror and the brooding fear to the audience with purely visual filmmaking.

What I find so impressive about the film’s story is its ability to succeed as a horror picture without the explicit appearance of the title monster until the final moments of the film. The key here lies in the film’s distinct difference from the classic Universal film. In The Wolf Man, Lon Chaney Jr. is bit by a werewolf and is informed of the curse by the wolf’s gypsy mother. It’s based around that “scary minority” mentality that a lot of older horror movies subscribe to. In Hammer’s The Curse of the Werewolf, the curse comes about from an accident of birth due to the evil of the privileged class and their complete disrespect of the poor. This is a much more interesting curse genesis to me, and while the specifics of it are completely unbelievable, it is incredibly watchable and engaging. It’s a movie about a guy turning into a wolf for god’s sake, I can’t take it to task for not being realistic. In any case, this curse humanizes the character, as we feel bad and care for the afflicted child even before he is born.

If I’m being critical (where’s the fun in that?), I have to mention the ridiculous child acting in the middle section of the film. The kid who plays the young Leon is bad, just laughably bad. He’s only got a few lines thankfully, helping the film move quickly through some potentially fatal acting quicksand. Also, the film is set in Spain but you’d never know it. Sure, the sets are done in mission style and they all look fantastic, but everyone speaks with the thick, English accents you’d expect from English actors. Every once in a while they throw in a “Señor” or a “Señorita” to remind you that they’re in Spain, but it only serves as an opportunity for laughs. Another stupid moment comes when Oliver Reed is supposed to be going wild and running away, but instead it looks like exactly what it is: Reed running towards the camera, flailing his arms and legs without purpose. It’s hilarious.

The Curse of the Werewolf starts off perfectly with one of the strongest openings in classic horror cinema. It definitely doesn’t hold up this level of quality throughout, but it honestly doesn’t decline by much as it moves along, making for an enjoyable, engaging film that builds itself to a rather obvious conclusion. Minor quibbles aside, The Curse of the Werewolf is a stunning example of a werewolf film and one that I will not soon forget. While this doesn’t feature any amazing transformation sequences such as the bar-setting one seen in An American Werewolf in London, it makes up for what it lacks with true heart and deep characters. I just can’t say it enough, Hammer does not disappoint.

Come back tomorrow as I take a look at the next episode from Showtime’s Masters of Horror series, the Tobe Hooper directed Dance of the Dead! And next Thursday will bring back the dead as I take a look at The Mummy from Hammer Studios!