Directed by John Landis / Screenplay by John Landis

‘Comedy horror’ is an unhelpfully broad label, lumping together full-blown spoofs like Carry On Screaming! (1966) and Young Frankenstein (1974) with any picture that dares to display a sense of humour, like The Old Dark House (1932) or Shaun of the Dead (2004). But if it’s a category at all, then there’s one film that walks the tightrope with such agility that it might just be the masterpiece of the genre. From the director of Animal House and The Blues Brothers, An American Werewolf in London opens with a caption reading ‘A Lycanthrope Films Limited Production’ while Bobby Vinton sings ‘Blue Moon’, so it’s clear from the outset that this is a film with its tongue planted firmly in its cheek; and yet, as we meet a young pair of backpackers seeking shelter from the rain in a sinister Yorkshire pub called the Slaughtered Lamb, it’s also clear that we are being set up for some proper shocks. A bloody death precedes a shift of location to the heart of London, where one of the boys returns from the grave to tell the other of the horror that awaits him at the next full moon. Among the many pleasures of this film are the chemistry between its leads - David Naughton, Griffin Dunne, Jenny Agutter and John Woodvine - and the magnificently hostile locals at the Slaughtered Lamb, whose ranks include Brian Glover, David Schofield and a pre-fame Rik Mayall. And the horror, when it arrives, is unbridled: as the full moon rises over London a frenzy of carnage is unleashed, culminating in a spectacular set-piece shot on location in Piccadilly Circus - and preceded by what surely remains the greatest werewolf transformation scene of them all.

Framed Dimensions: 330mm x 410mm

Acrylic on 300gsm Arches oil paper
Glazed, mounted and framed

Supplied with signed letter of authenticity from Barnaby.