6. Ginger Snaps (2000, John Fawcet)
Blood. So much blood. Perhaps its to be expected of a movie that is really about young girls going through puberty, experiencing their period for the first time-and so the red stuff flows. Yet in the end its all about a nasty problem that one sister tries to help the other sister with: being a werewolf. Its bad enough becoming a woman when you also have to be concerned with trying to eat the ones you love once the full moon arises. Ginger Snaps is freaky, weird, gross, and tragic, a sexual opera played out among its main characters, utilizing body horror perfectly-because after all werewolf films concern themselves with body transformation and mutilation, skin covered in hair, the body once human now beast. Having been aware of this film’s well known reputation I wasn’t sure what to expect at first, however after everything starts to go south and the body count starts to rise I knew I was viewing something unique and frightening.
As to why most of the truly good or great werewolf movies exist after 1981 is interesting. Maybe the special effects just were not up to par for decades, although I love the original The Wolfman and think its a classic. The Howling has excellent werewolf makeup and FX, and the only knock against Ginger Snaps is that the werewolves look sort of fake here. That doesn’t take away from the crazy relationship between a pair of sisters, one who ends up changing and the other who feels even more alienated than usual as a result. More feminist driven horror movies need to exist, and one can thank Ginger Snaps and others for helping lead the way or at least breaking the mold.