The shtick here is that most of the people in the world have turned into vampires, & society is now set up to accommodate them—a nocturnal schedule, of course, & underground sidewalks & cars with windows that tint black for daytime driving (bold product-placement choice Chrysler!). Humans are now factory-farmed, Matrix-style, for blood, by a corporation led by the satanic Sam Neill. But there’s still not enough of the red stuff to go around, & blood-starved vamps are mutating into grotesque bat-monsters. So vamp-hematologist hero Ethan Hawke is searching for a blood replacement. He falls in with fugitive humans, Willem Dafoe among them, who have discovered a cure for vampirism.
It’s a clever premise, there are a few OK action scenes, & a macabre scene in which one of the bat-freaks invades Hawke’s house. But the movie is paced like plasma in January, & the dialogue is wooden, as is much of the acting. This concept had some juicy possibilities, most of them squandered.
By the way, what is it about becoming a vampire that improves your fashion sense so much? Especially since you can’t see yourself in a mirror…
Also this weekend, The Wife & I went to Cupcakes in Scottsdale, where we had these seriously extravagant cupcakes…
(photo credit: The Wife)
Finally, channel-surfing this weekend, I came across a truly admirable porn title: The Devil Wears Nada.
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