Wednesday, December 24, 2008
WATCH: Streets of Lviv with werewolf bitch
Like most Americans, my experiences are always in danger of being suffocated by movies. In Lviv, I lie prey to my adolescent midnight movie memories. Sometimes when I step out onto the street in the evening I am in, of all places, the Howling II (sans midgets and werewolf orgies). The city exudes that eerie, seductive vibe of Prague before it was refurbished and still inhabited by... Stirba, Werewolf Bitch?