La Noche de Walpurgis

Went to St. Anthony Main tonight to watch a monster movie; it's Halloween, and the film was part of a series I like called Atomic Show. These usually play at midnight, which is about the right time to watch the obscure and unnerving cult films they offer. Tonight's film, Werewolf versus Vampire Women, might have been better at midnight, when the scripts huge lapses in logic wouldn't much matter, because logic doesn't matter when you're half-asleep. I tried getting half-drunk for the show at Pracna on Main, but only had enough time for one cocktail, which isn't enough.

The film starred Jacinto Molina, better known in the US as Paul Naschy, among a few hundred additional pseudonym. Molina rather looks like Marlon Brando, but with a sharper nose and crueler eyebrows, and, for some reason, he appeared in a lot of horror films, frequently as a werewolf -- your usually furry faced fellow, although Molina has a weird habit of drooling quite a lot. His werewolf films also feature an added, and nonsensical, twist: He can only be killed by someone who loves him. This forces the scriptwriters to wedge an incredible romance into the story, although the only person ever to take their shirt off is Molina. Although, in this one, there are enough scenes of women primping for bed to suggest there is a more risque European version out there somewhere.

But, then, I always think there is a more risque European version.