Ugly Americans in Paris have run-ins with the native werewolf culture in this horror-for-laughs story, in which the characters’ stupidity and the deadpan acting are out of sync—instead of being campy or clever, the plot and performances are just unconvincing. A scene at the symphony is intercut, for the sake of the obvious irony, with a chase-and-attack scene—which also features lots of alluring architecture, though it’s mostly obscured by the opening credits. As Julie Delpy grapples with her lupine leanings, we’re treated to a special-effects stunt that’s so marvelous the filmmakers decide they might as well repeat it later, and many of the gags are stylelessly copied from John Landis’s An American Werewolf in London (1981), on whose characters the screenplay by Tim Burns, Tom Stern, and director Anthony Waller is based. The easy it-was-only-a-dream strategy is abused more than once, and the uninspired use of popular songs on the sound track consistently dissipates the moods they’re intended to create (1997).