Werewolf Wednesday delivers a hot 'n heavy level of wild weirdness this week when a bored housewife's masturbatory murder monster fantasies take literal form. Wertham would've had a field day with this one, likely diagnosing it as just being "all in her head" while being left alone too long with her own fetishistic horror devices, --but we know differently, don't we? Or do we? From the October - November 1954 issue of Forbidden Worlds #34.
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Well, this was a different take on the werewolf legend, being two places at once. Now the question remains, what happens if, while in wolf form, someone shoots the wolf form with a silver bullet, what happens to the 'human' part? Does it die or does it turn into a wolf permanently?
This one certainly was a wild and woolly tale.
So I swear I've seen this at least once before in the tales you post -- one where the werewolf was a separate entity from the human, though I love the saber-tooth fangs and swept back hair.
Bonus: You get to kill people while lounging in a chair!
So the ghost-werewolf-entity thing must have come from somewhere, or at least two underpaid comic writers thought of it at the same general time. I wonder if there is a antecedent work?
I love the housewife here. She's bored, so she invites in a werewolf. That's real deep boredom!
Like unmarried girls, a lot of wives get seduced by vampires. So I guess, why not have one seduced by a werewolf?
Thanks to THE WOLF MAN and WEREWOLF OF LONDON and so many other stories, I just wish that ending had Bill heartbroken over doing it.
But I have to admit, having him go temporarily crazy from the sight of her is pretty original.
(I just hope it is temporary, since he's been through enough.)
Oh this is aces. I love the astral projection angle, I love the vampy werefolk, and I really love the inker's confident brio with that brush. Man, I lost count of all the great faces in this thing (like panels 2, 4, and 5 of page two, and panel 2 of the next page, and panel one of the next page). This guy knows just where to put a line--and just how thick or thin to make it. I can imagine baby Frank Miller wanting to grow up to be just like him.
I want to see a movie version of this (by Ti West? By Anna Biller?) so bad.
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