They are the cliche’s cliche, the alimentary canal’s exohpthalmic archetype, the bug-eyed hairy unmentionable, and the friend of Hollywood–which is a matter only explainable by the leisure class’ fascination with infanticide. Don’t kid yourself. Fatty Arbuckle was the Platonic model for the entire werewolf industry but nowadays you will have to look him up, which tells you how decadent the whole thing has gotten. I say bleep the werewolves with their industrial reaction formations and their vomit which smells of Thorstein Veblen and Carl Jung. Me? I give a shit about the polar bears. The polar bears are going extinct while America goes to the movies. A tinsel moon floats over Fatty Arbuckle’s bungalow and the screenwriter who lives there takes another Ritalin. Werewolves for everybody. There’s plenty of ersatz offal to go around.
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Planet of the Blind 
If we can make polar bears sexy, then it will probably happen.lols. It would be quite a relief if Hollywood would put a cork on their next fascination with Vampires/Werewolves for a little while.
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