Griffin Dunne and David Naughton in "An American Werewolf in London" (Credit: Universal Pictures) “Stay off the moors! Stick to the road.” Good advice in life in general, but especially when you are backpacking through the misty north of England. It’s around this time of year, when the moon rises sooner and the air starts to chill, that I like to add some of the classic Universal Monster Movies to my queue: you know, “Dracula,” “Frankenstein,” “The Creature from the Black Lagoon.” To a population desensitized by the whole “Walking Dead”/”Fear the Walking Dead”/”Ash vs Evil Dead” culture — to be honest, I got jaded back in ’86 with “Re-Animator” — these movies from the ’30s, ’40s and ’50s can seem a little quaint, but there’s one Universal monster movie (while technically released in the early ’80s, it is a Universal movie about, well, scary monsters) that still shocks, thrills and does not seem at all dated.