Gnaw

Ginger Snaps is the kind of movie that gives film critics a bad name. You watch it and it all comes back: Werewolf movies are about puberty; they're about sexuality; they're about...uhm...two hours long, and there's a lot of ugly noises. Also blood, and pieces. (Really, you know? I don't need that plastic container back now, no.) But this one's the best werewolf movie I've seen in a very, very long time.