Showing posts with label Teen Wolf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teen Wolf. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Revisiting Masterpieces: Episode I - Teen Wolf

Greetings, readers. It's time to quickly steer away from Rob's infatuation with the President-elect's pecs and abs to bring you to a much more important topic: Teen Wolf. Enjoy.

The sports media has had a field day with the recent news that Greg White, Tampa Bay's second-year defensive tackle, legally changed his name to Stylez G. White to honor the character Stiles from the movie Teen Wolf. This news is tremendous for a number of reasons, one of which being it affords us a reason to pontificate anew upon this glorious film.

Teen Wolf represented a lot of things to a lot of people. First, it was Mark Holton's opus. Second, it was a break-out role for an obscure sitcom actor toiling under the shadow of Tina Yothers. Third, it featured a cameo appearance by Jerry Garcia as the werewolf version of Scott Howard's dad. But, most importantly, it featured the mindbending performance of Jerry Levine as Rupert "Stiles" Stilinski.

Stiles is undeniably the glue of this movie. He is the kind of guy you wanted to be when you were a teenager. He wears cool t-shirts (don't forget the "Future Gynecologist" shirt he sports), girls don't mind when he pours bowls of jello into their shirts at parties, he is an aspiring entrepreneur, he surfs on vans and he pulls off cool shades better than this guy. Or this guy. The snubbing he received at the 1988 Academy Awards is still talked about in acting studios, watering holes and glory holes across America to this day. Seriously, Kevin Kline as Best Supporting Actor for "A Fish Called Wanda"? Who ever heard of that guy?













The strength of this movie (besides Levine's performance) lies in its believability. The basketball scenes are as well-choreographed as they are realistic, the werewolf plot line is plausible, and the teenagers' ability to carry kegs of beer on their shoulder are all quite life-like. And the town's understated reaction to his emergence as a hairy beast is similar to what would happen in real life (if only for the extreme likelihood of being cast as the lead in the school play as a Confederate werewolf general).

(Quick sidenote - The pearls of wisdom doled out by Scott Howard's basketball coach have been mentioned before, so I won't expound upon them here, but they're awesome, hip and relevant, just like the cool pair of boat shoes I hope to see under my tree this Christmas.)

Now I don't want to ruin the ending for you all, so I'll just leave it at this: Scott Howard decides he doesn't need to be a werewolf with a headband to lead his team to the state title because he can do it while looking like Mark Price. He also pulls off the most unbelievable switch of female love interests since C. Thomas Howell in Secret Admirer by nailing the popular blonde girl and then landing the cute girl by the time the closing credits roll, despite a bowling ball throwing temper tantrum brought on by accusations of fellow wolves being shot near a henhouse. And, naturally, Stiles makes a killing selling shirts.