The action starts in Tibet, where botanist Wilfred Glendon is searching for a rare flower but is attacked by a werewolf. After being bitten and then back in London, he finds himself turning into a werewolf himself and carrying out grisly murders.

I’m loving the fact that this phase of Universal horror films are only an hour and a quarter in length. Hit and run. It also means that the narrative gets to the point quick sharp.

Werewolf of London is fine. Quirky posh characters (and a few more common ones), some fine horror (I’m loving the full transformation scene in which our lead lycanthrope walks past numerous pillars and is more transformed when he emerges from each) and serious Jack The Ripper vibes.

No, this isn’t as good as The Howling, An American Werewolf in London or Wolfen but it’s still an entertaining ride.

3 out of 5 stars