I couldn't be happier to not be acting. I miss it, but I don't miss the auditioning or trying to get work.
Whoever would have guessed that in the land of cheap sausages and mashed potatoes there could be such a change which would actually bring the French from Paris every weekend to invade Britain en masse to eat great food and drink great wine.
So I'm not really quite sure what Landis' plans were to make another one. The American Werewolf in Paris was a completely separate story.

