I know, I know, it's redundant to put New Moon and "fromage" in the same post title. Let those hormone-hopping tweens and menopausal moms have their fun, and we'll have ours.

Hope you caught my flashback to movies, some even worse than New Moon, featuring teenage werewolves. Of course, my favorite is 1957's I Was a Teenage Werewolf that, along with Jerry Lewis' transformation scene in The Nutty Professor, were the movies most likely to make me soil myself as a child. I'll take Michael Landon going lupine-loco over Taylor Lautner's shirtless pouting any day.

We also need to provide evidence that teenage vampires were done before and better than Robert Pattinson overdoing the glitter skin creme in daylight. Quoting a commenter on my New Moon review: "Vampires. Don't. Sparkle."

Oddly enough, even with I Was a Teenage Werewolf and I Was a Teenage Frankenstein (a great double feature that came around almost annually), nobody ever thought to title a movie I Was a Teenage Vampire. It should tell you something when schlockmeisters of that era wouldn't even touch the idea.

But if we skip ahead of the usual Friday Fromage time frame -- cheese needs to age properly, you know -- to 1987, we find The Lost Boys starring both Coreys (Feldman & Haim) and Jack Bauer (Keifer Sutherland) before they even earned their first arrest records. Oh, were we ever that young?

And, just for good measure, this trailer for 1972's The Rats Are Coming! The Werewolves Are Here! that reminds me of New Moon fever, for some reason. Again, the minds that slapped this piece of bat guano together decided vampires were too dumb to add to the mix. Enjoy!