Silver Bullet (1985) has found its place in Octobers but I used to watch it all the time. I've wrote about it and wrote about as others 80s kids who grew up with it. Because it has a place in my heart doesn't mean I consider it a great film. Far from it. It is all over the place. Sometimes it wants to be taken seriously while other times goes for laughs. Characters are all gung-ho to go after the killer in their midst, with the town ready to come unglued, then when bar patron citizens go after the werewolf and many are killed, they all abandon trying! The sheriff is told to check out the reverend, gets killed by him, and nothing is done about it!
So why do some of us love it so much? I reckon it has a lot
to do with us who grew up with Corey Haim and Gary Busey. You kind of either
have them imprinted on you or wonder why some of us care so much about them?
When Haim passed, my heart just broke. I so wanted him to find his way out of
addiction and live a happier, healthier existence. His life is the very essence
of tragedy. Fame and something awful occurring to him as a kid that should
never happen to any child, along with easy access to drugs, sent this young man
into a downward spiral never to recover. I look at him so young, seeing this
kid with so much promise and potential and so the film takes me back to that
time where I fondly remember what he once was before it all came crashing down
on him.
Getting off the bum ride, also Gary Busey just cracks me up with his ad
libs. Some doozies, with the Jesus Palomino and “Hardy Boys Meet Reverend
Werewolf” especially colorful, and his treatment of Haim’s wheelchair cripple
is part of what charms me. I have no doubt mentioned this, maybe even last
year, that the firework rocket to the eye and church of werewolves nightmare
sequence are the two key scenes I enjoy, with the Haim stare at his friend as
if sensing this would be the last time he would ever see him (proving to be
foreshadowing) works on a chilling level to me as well. The Silver Bullet motor
vehicle and the chase as Reverend Werewolf pursues and tries to crash Haim is
probably the most suspenseful moment in the film, especially as the rickety
bridge could have been the kid’s final minutes on earth had a farmer not been
conveniently in the area when he needed him the most.
Everett McGill seems to
deteriorate, eventually cold blooded, ferocious, with a black beard and growly
disposition, after being clean cut and hospitable at the beginning. The cheesy
voiceover which means well, as this aging voice tells us of her brother Marty
and how he could bother her so, narratively communicating to us the story of
the werewolf plaguing their small town, kind of attempts to settle the film
into a serious work, while the foggy hunting party attack is so undeniably
hokey it is a giggler. The scene where I don’t know if it is awkward or
compelling—or a bit of both—is the scene where Megan Follows’ Jane, sister to
Marty, goes about town looking for someone with a bandaged eye due to the
rocket her brother shot into it. The music accompanying it I like a lot which
might be why it is tolerable at all, but scenes where the camera closes in on
eyes kind of toyed with me to look away.
The ending was perhaps the big letdown
because it kind of lasts all of a couple minutes. There’s quite a build to a
showdown, with McGill attempting to kill Haim in the car chase and the
subsequent attempts to take the reverend down, but the werewolf just emerges at
the door of Marty and Jane’s parents ready to “RIP THEM APART”. One silver
bullet (dig the visit to the gunshop where the “old style craftsman” gets to
work for Busey’s Uncle Red), recovered from a ventilation shaft, and the rest
is history….well, not before Busey is thrown into breakable furnishings. Even
when I was a kid, I had always felt there should just be a bit more to the
finale…it should be a bit more bang, but I guess after the sheriff and other
locals were bludgeoned with a bat, a pregnant suicide-ready-to-happen is ripped
apart like Marty’s prankster buddy, the trio of two kids and their uncle, and
one silver bullet, was exactly the cure for the disease plaguing the town.
This
was always a fast paced little movie…it’s over before you know it. Haim was
really good in his early years to develop sympathy…the film goes out of its way
(see the baseball game and how Marty forlornly looks on) to make sure we
realize that those with the chance to walk should appreciate it. I like,
though, that Marty doesn’t wallow in pity…he does rely on assistance, but you
don’t see him so “oh woe is me”. Jane can be a bit selfish and frustrated with
devoting time to her brother at her parent’s persistence, but Marty never takes
it to heart. You don’t have those scenes where Marty reacts with furious anger
at Jane for being able to walk as she can be a bit irritated attending to him.
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