"The only thing that helps is to tear living things to pieces. I can't be like this!"

I find it funny, mortals, that among you in this day and age there are still men, if they can be called that, who aren't entirely comfortable with the workings of the female body.

There are men among horror fans who will brag about how they've watched the most depraved trash imaginable and it didn't phase them one jot. They join horror fan groups on Facebook and post things like, "Movies don't scare me. Am I weird?" And yet, some of these same men wouldn't be caught dead holding their girlfriend's purse for a minute while she goes and looks at shoes, or Devil forbid, buying her tampons and ice cream while he's out, because she's home doubled over with cramps and just needs to have a good cry.

It seems like either instance would be an opportunity for the bro-dude in question to brag -- "Yes, I am doing something kind for the woman into whom I push my enormous, veiny, heterosexual penis vigorously and frequently." Instead, they show their fear of being seen as something less than manly, and in the case of picking up feminine hygiene products for their ladies fair, their abject abhorrence at the human menstrual cycle.

I'm pretty sure those guys are going to hate the movie I'm getting ready to tell you about.

This week's Thursday Thriller is Ginger Snaps.

John Fawcett directed this 2000 comedic-tragedy about the Fitzgerald sisters, Brigitte (Emily Perkins) and Ginger (Katharine Isabelle).

The teenage girls are obsessed with death. They made their first suicide pact when they were 8 years old. For a class project they turn in a slideshow of themselves bloodied up, looking like they've killed themselves. As much dismay as this behavior causes their poor mother Pamela (portrayed hilariously by Mimi Rogers), she doesn't find it nearly as upsetting as the fact that neither of them have gotten their periods yet.

As you might expect, the Fitzgerald sisters aren't exactly popular at school. When Brigitte gets caught talking shit about a popular girl named Trina (Danielle Hampton), Trina knocks her down onto a mutilated dog carcass.

There are a lot of those around town, lately. Seems there's a beast at large.

Ginger and Brigitte conspire to take pictures of Trina's dog all gored up like they did themselves in the classroom slideshow and convince her the dog was killed by the beast -- or something like that -- but then Ginger gets her period, and then gets attacked by the beast.

She heals quickly and starts to change. Her hair is different. She starts dressing sexy. Pamela, ignorant of the monster attack, bakes Ginger a cake in honor of her newfound womanhood. The sisters argue about what's suddenly come over Ginger. Ginger insists that it's normal for her to be hungry, horny, moody and violent, but Brigitte swears that it's all lycanthropy-related, especially the tail, and insists on finding a cure. When Ginger starts feeling compelled to mutilate dogs in the neighborhood, she concedes the point, but like becoming a woman, eventually learns to like being a werewolf.

So you've got a menstruation allegory wrapped up in a werewolf story. Get it? Because once a month Ginger turns into a raging bitch. Corny, but fun.

Isabelle and Perkins play well together, and there are decent creature and gore effects throughout. As werewolf comedies go, I'd place it up there with WolfCop and An American Werewolf in London. As feminist horror goes, it pairs well with 2007's Teeth.

Ginger Snaps streams on Amazon Prime.