I Was A Teenage Werewolf

The 1950s was the decade when teenagers suddenly found out what it meant to be misunderstood. The voice of the generation was of course James Dean. Around the same time, producer Herman Cohen managed to get hold of a survey that showed that 25% of all cinema attendees were between the ages of 15 and 25. Seeking to tap into this market, Cohen then came up with a contender for one of the great exploitation titles – I Was a Teenage Werewolf.


I Was a Teenage Werewolf is not particularly great or even that good a film, but it does carry a good deal of anger. The title concept makes for an amazingly powerful metaphor and that alone carries the film. Whether it was ever consciously written as such or not is doubtful but I Was a Teenage Werewolf seems to be carrying the anger and alienation of the whole James Dean and hot rod generation on its shoulders. Michael Landon even looks like James Dean and gives a remarkably mean and angry performance. The film rips into the expectations of parents and middle-class values with a surly vengeance. As Stephen King pointed out, the moment that Michael Landon lap-dissolves into a werewolf and attacks a girl hanging upside down in the gymnasium is like an anarchic blast of primal ferocity that seems to let loose all things – the anger, the anti-authoritarianism and particularly sexuality – that teens were being forced to bite down on to fit into their parents’ model of the perfect families. The anger has a paranoia to it too – like the idea that adults secretly regard teenagers as subjects for experiments in anger manipulation or that they regard teen anti-authoritarianism as akin to their being animals.

The plot is muddled at times. The explanation for Michael Landon’s lycanthropy vies between the suggestion that Landon is a werewolf because he is close to his primitive ancestry; between the doctor’s drug experimentation; and between a dash of then trendy Bridey Murphy hypnotic regression. It is an odd werewolf film too, not having a single full moon or silver bullet in sight. One can guarantee that no modern day werewolf film would have the authorities accept the existence of a werewolf so matter-of-factly. One amusing aspect of the film is the arrogant performance of Whit Bissell as the doctor – something that was to reach its height when Bissell played virtually the same role in I Was a Teenage Frankenstein (1957), Cohen’s follow-up to I Was a Teenage Werewolf a little later the same year. When asked by the police about his opinion on werewolves, Bissell, with wonderful arrogance replies, “I amuse myself with fantasy, I live by facts.” (Moria)