An American Werewolf in Paris

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The central character in this film, Andy (Tom Everett Scott) has two problems common to most Americans: He's a moron and he's itching to get laid. Guiltless masturbation is the obvious answer, but instead he insists on joining his buddies, Brad (Vince Vieluf) and Chris (Phil Buckman), on a daredevil tour of Europe which involves doing stupid stunts and trying to get laid. Next stop: Paris.

In Paris, Andy literally falls for a girl named Serafine (Julie Delpy), who is trying to kill herself by jumping off the Eiffel Tower. Andy jumps after her and saves her in a bungee stunt that conveys all the realism of say, Woody Allen playing an eternally romantic African basketball player.

Apparently Serafine has never heard of pills or is too lazy to walk up the Eiffel Tower again because she drops the suicide thing pretty fast. Come on, missy. What are the odds another horny Yank is going to bungee jump off the Eiffel Tower and save you? Give it another try. Andy pursues Serafine, discovers she's a werewolf, then gets scratched when he goes to a party with her and all her rowdy werewolf buddies. While this may be bad for Andy during full moons, he fails to see the new fun it could add to gettin' laid doggie style.

Director Anthony (Mute Witness) Waller has a sense of humor that ranks right up there with Dr. Kevorkian's. Most of the scenes he means to be funny come across as school play miscues. Then there's the reliance on computer animation to portray the wolves. Let's face it: Computer animation doesnt quite cut it yet when organic creatures are involved. "American Werewolf in Paris" would have been better off stuffing some loser into a cheap wolfman costume.

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