Friday Night Drive-In

This movie came along at a time when there just wasn't a lot going in the werewolf flick department. Me? I love me a werewolf movie, I give them all a shot, no matter how bad they end up being (I'm looking at YOU Werewolf '96). Ginger Snaps not only managed to be a pretty decent little lycanthropic frollic, but it went the extra mile and even tried to do something a little different. It might not be for everybody, but I simply love it. Plus it introduced me to Katharine Isabelle, and for that, I'll be eternally grateful. Enjoy Ginger Snaps...

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