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By Alex B. | Senior Culture Writer
In a proper "werewolf boy movie," the first transformation isn't a spectacle of gore—it’s a spectacle of shame. The boy wakes up naked in a ditch, muddy, with the smell of deer blood on his breath. He doesn't know what he did, but he knows he wanted to do it. This is the genius of the subgenre: the wolf isn't a demon to be exorcised; it is an id to be integrated. a werewolf boy movie