It’s a angst-fuelled film about teenage werewolves, and we know from recent years just how dire those kind of movies can be, so how is it that 2000s wolfy romp Ginger Snaps managed to get it just so right?
Meet Ginger (Katharine Isabelle) and Brigitte (Emily Perkins), two 15-year-old sisters who live in Bailey Downs, a bog standard Canadian suburb. The sisters spend most of their times staging twisted death scenes to keep each other on their toes, whilst going about an otherwise quiet and introverted life. That is until one night when Ginger finally starts her period and they are attacked in the woods by what is presumed to be ‘The Beast of Bailey Downs’, a creature that has been savaging the dogs in the area. Both get away alive, but Ginger was hurt. It’s not long before they realise something is wrong with Ginger; she heals far quicker than she should, starts sporting a Joan Collins’ ‘tude and grows a tail – let’s not forget the whole dating of boys, which is definitely new territory. As Ginger progressively begins to lose grip on her human self, Brigitte must find a cure before it is too late.