I Was a Teenage Werewolf

Despite its apt but risible title, "I Was a Teenage Werewolf," surprises in both the sincerity of its playing, as well as by its accomplished technical credentials. Campy confessional title nothwithstanding, there is nothing about the screenplay that is deliberately parodic.

Effectively photographed by distinguished cinematographer Joseph La Shelle, and bolstered by an excellent musical score, the film thus provides a solid showcase for both its scenario and the performances of its young principals.

More importantly, (and this is what gives the picture a leg up on others of its ilk) the film is moodily under-lit, giving much of it a film noir ambiance. This is most evident in the hypnosis sequences, (the best in the film) which are staged and photographed in a way very reminiscent of Lewton's "Cat People."

Anyone doubting the value of the change purse aesthetics at work here need only consult the negligible results attained in such schlock as "Blood of Dracula" or the pre-Poe Corman films, which make "Teenage Werewolf" look like David Lean by comparison. Here the sincere effort of the technical crew shows: an unsettled, fatalistic brooding mood is generated, taking equal measure from the sense of doom hanging over the protagonist and expressed in shadows everywhere, even in mid-day living rooms and psychiatrist's offices.

Mr. Landon brings a sensitive intensity to the role that is wholly convincing, and he is ably abetted by all in support. Mr. Sokoloff is fine in his masculine reprise of the Maria Ouspenkaya role from Lon Chaney's "The Wolfman," and a pre Zorro Guy Williams shows up effectively as a policeman.

While admittedly done on a modest budget, this limitation is actually an asset, inasmuch as it prevents the art direction from going over the top in its very effective depiction of proletariat domestic interiors, (Miss Lime's character even has Archie and Edith Bunker type parents.) Thus, the homes, teen club, principal's office etc. are "right on the money."

Even so, sharp eyed viewers will note that a leather sofa does double duty in both the police detective's and Miss Fergusan's office. Similarly, Dr. Brandon's and Miss Fergusan's respective office's are the same set, re-arranged, and re-dressed.

For his part, Mr. Landon, flush with his TV western success, and (equipped with accompanying footage), lampooned his role in the film in a 1969 guest appearance on the Jerry Lewis TV show.

Even the makers of this picture must have been surprised at the success of this horror camp film. Landon is the troubled teen, Bissel the mad doctor that transforms him into canine terror. Later in his career, Landon admittedly blushed at the mention of the picture, but this one did kick off the start of the "I Was a Teenage Whatever" craze. This one moves along quite well and is still watchable by today's standards.

After so many years of only knowing about it, I finally watched this on YouTube just now. Michael Landon plays the title character as Tony Rivers, who is rebellious because...well, just because as it takes a while before some kind of explanation is provided. Yvonne Lime is his girlfriend and Whit Bissell is the shrink who provides the "solution" that causes his changes. Among the people who crosses the werewolf's path is one Dawn Richard who would become a Playboy Playmate a few months before this movie's release. I'll just now say while there were some exciting scenes, some of the tone was uneven as we go from Tony's frustrations to his being more joyful during a party scene to his being more behaved after his visits to his shrink. And you have to wonder if the shrink really thought his experiments straight through. Still, this was quite a thrilling ride despite the obvious low-budget and short filming schedule. (Only seven days!) And Michael Landon seemed never to have been shamed by his appearance in this movie as he's spoofed himself over this part of his past on shows like "The Donny and Marie Show" and his own "Highway to Heaven". So on that note, I'm glad to have finally seen I Was a Teenage Werewolf and recommend it with no reservation!

Made for a paltry sum in 1957, this horror film grossed over 2 million dollars in a week. Its combination monster and teen angst struck a chord with audiences, especially the core teen-agers. Dozens of related films followed in the late 1950s. Michael Landon is handsome and brooding, in the James Dean mold [in fact he wears a stripe-lined dark baseball jacket almost as good as Dean's red one in "Rebel Without A Cause" (1955)], who seeks help for his violent tendencies. Yvonne Lime is lackluster as Landon's girlfriend, but Whit Bissell is compelling as a demented psychiatrist who transforms Landon into a part-time werewolf. Two set-pieces are masterfully constructed: in the first attack a teen boy is walking home through the woods, and suddenly hears footsteps behind him. Shot day-for-night, we hear no music, just see branches, brush and meadows, and hear crunching sounds. It's terrifying. The second sequence begins with Landon watching a girl practice on a parallel bar in a gym. The bell rings and he is transformed. This is our first look at the werewolf makeup and it's effective. But the girl is hanging and sees him upside down and so do we for a short while, set to a magnetic musical score, and it's thrilling. Later the monster hunt becomes a bit drawn-out, aided by a janitor from "the old country" who speaks of werewolf legends, a replacement for the gypsy woman from "The Wolf Man" (1941). This is undoubtedly Michael Landon's most famous and best screen performance, since he got lost to TV.

I first saw this when I was about 14 and I immediately felt it was one of the best horror movies I had ever seen! Forget that- I thought it was one of the best MOVIES I had ever seen. I saw it again at around 50 and couldn't believe I felt that way! But I do recall that I totally related to the "angst" and mental torment Michael Landon's character expressed- the alienation from everyone, especially parents and older people, the intensity, loneliness and longing for...something. Landon's moodiness and range in something other than "Little Joe" or "Little House on the Prarie" romanticized optimism roles showed he had more to offer than we typically saw. It definitely was one of the best of the "I was a teenage..." genre.