Feature On Location

On Location: Trafalgar Square, London as seen in An American Werewolf in London (Dir. John Landis, 1981)


The World Film Locations book series – inspired by The Big Picture magazine’s ‘On Location’ feature – kicks off in a few months time with the release of titles for Tokyo, Los Angeles, London and New York. A highly visual exploration into the relationship between the city and cinema – each book will be chock full of scene specific reviews, maps and insightful essays that reveal how the city continuously plays a central role in film.

As the first in a tie-in series of articles to celebrate the series launch in July, we look at how Trafalgar Square acted as a perfect backdrop for a crucial scene in John Landis’ grisly crowd-pleaser An American Werewolf in London.

John Landis’s comic horror takes an affectionate swipe at British quirks and customs in its story of an American tourist, David Kessler (David Naughton), who mutates into a werewolf after an attack on the Yorkshire Moors.

The film is predominantly set in London, where David is convalescing after the attack. Towards the end of the picture David and his lover Alex (Jenny Agutter) take a taxi to the hospital where she works. During their journey they are informed by the stereotypically talkative London cabbie that six gruesome murders took place the night before. Fearing he is responsible, David asks him to pull over and exits the taxi at Trafalgar Square.




Despite Alex’s protestations, David immediately approaches a uniformed police officer − who is having his photo taken with two schoolchildren − and confesses to the crimes. The policeman is calm and incredulous and merely chides him on his language. In desperation David begins to shout, ‘Queen Elizabeth is a man. Prince Charles is a faggot. Winston Churchill was full of shit… Shakespeare was French’ before resorting to bald profanities. His hilariously pathetic attempts at provocation draw a crowd, but the policeman is having none of it and refuses to apprehend him. Frustrated he screams, ‘You people are crazy’ before professing his love for Alex and running off.





With Naughton acting as his mouthpiece, Landis combines an iconic London location with a tongue-in-cheek American view of what constitutes criminal behaviour in Britain, giving us a bemused outsider’s take on British culture.

By Emma Simmonds

Emma Simmonds's interest in the serious contemplation of cinema began aged 10 whilst watching Blue Velvet. With sadistic imagery and Kyle MacLachlan's barnet burnt forever into her tiny impressionable mind, she set forth on a journey to ensure others were corrupted in this same way, starting by studying Film at Kent and following that up with a Postgraduate Certificate in Film Journalism with the BFI/Sight and Sound magazine. A staff writer at Popmatters for the past few years, she has also written for various film festivals. A huge admirer of many of the usual suspects - Hitchcock, Wilder, Godard, Almodovar - her favourite films include Vertigo and His Girl Friday. Yet Ms Simmonds is conversely partial to a bit of maniacal horror, be it The Old Dark House (30s original), Black Sunday, or the mighty Evil Dead 2. She lays her hat down in Camden, London. And watches Buffy. Almost constantly.

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