In American Werewolf, American college students David and Jack (Griffin Dunne, son of Hollywood novelist Dominic Dunne) are hiking through the moors of Britain, when they're attacked by a wolf. Jack is killed, and David turns into a werewolf, destined to kill innocent people at every full moon. Furthermore, Jack -- along with every werewolf victim -- is trapped in a limbo state, unable to go on to the afterlife until the last werewolf, David dies. "Kill yourself, David!" Jack pleads.
David is hesitant -- he has fallen in love with a girl, Alex (Jenny Agutter), so according to the myth of the "fade out kiss," his life now has meaning. Besides, he reasons, maybe her love can tame the beast with in. But after a killing spree, he is cornered by the police, shot, and killed. He dies as Alex murmurs "I love you."
Sounds enormously heterosexist so far. The same-sex bond represents death, and the heterosexual bond, life. David himself is homophobic: trying to get arrested, he stands in Trafalgar Square and yells insults, like "Prince Charles is a faggot!"
So why was it so evocative for gay teenagers in 1981?
There's a graphic werewolf transformation scene, with David rolling around nude.
He's naked in a hospital bed, where the nurses all gawk at him, and one states "He's Jewish -- I've had a look."
The last scene zeros in on David's body, tastefully posed like a Medieval martyr, with the bullet wounds carefully placed to not detract from his beauty.
After American Werewolf, David Naughton found himself famous for appearing fully nude on film. He worked primarily in horror (Amityville: A New Generation, Body Bags, The Ice Cream Man). Griffin Dunne went on to star in After Hours (1985).
There was a sequel, American Werewolf in Paris, 16 years later.