The Beast Must Die is the first horror movie I ever watched. I saw it on a Sunday afternoon. My dad let a buddy of mine and I tune in. For years after, the only thing I remembered about it is a rich guy invited a group of people to his estate, and one of them was a werewolf. Naturally, he wanted to kill it. The movie terrified me. I couldn't sleep for weeks after, convinced a werewolf was under my bed or hiding in my closet. I think I was eight at the time. My wife found a DVD copy of the movie and gave it to me for my birthday. I hadn't seen it in like 40 years and, watching it again, not one chill was generated. Nor did I expect it. But this is still a fun bit of nostalgia. Made at the height of the Blaxploitation era, Beast features Calvin Lockhart as the lead, and it's refreshing to see a black man as the hero, especially in light of current world affairs. And he's pretty good. I sure wouldn't want to mess with him! My eight-year-old self had no idea P...