Here’s Why Vampires Rule!
Most horror movie fans would probably attest that vampires are the absolute coolest of all movie monsters. I mean, they’re endowed with superhuman strength. They get around town with the greatest of ease. They’re rockstars in bed. Seriously, vampires drip so much machismo, that they can glamour a chick out of her panties, social security number and Facebook login all in one wrap. Furthermore, the most well known vampire of all the times is named after Yours Truly. Just sayin’.
When it comes to Hollywood, however, vampire movies are hit or miss. That’s not necessarily a slight when considering how many movies suck these days. In fact, it means there’s roughly a 50/50 chance that you’ll find something decent. For reals, there are a lot of stellar vampire movies out here. From many different eras, too. My first and truest love is The Lost Boys. Probably among my Top 10 All-time Favorite movies. Vampires just don’t get any cooler than David and the posse.
Some will, but I can’t overlook Vamp, which I saw when I was probably too damn young to be watching it. Even as a lil tike, I could tell that this movie aimed to underscore the hyper eroticism element we so so heavily associate with modern vampires. Grace Jones was uber freaky and I loved it!
Quentin Tarantino treated us to a more vicious side of blood suckers in From Dusk Til Dawn. What I love about this movie is that I went to the theater not really knowing a damn thing about the plot. So of course I was all WTF! when about half-way through the movie, strippers broke out the fangs and commenced to feasting on dudes in the shifty Mexican bar. Talk about flipping the script. Such a classic!!
Even when the trend took a hard left in the form of sparkly, emo vampires, True Blood helped set shit back on course with a new breed of sexy bloodsuckers we could appreciate. Plus, SOOKIE!
Vampires are awesome, and it’s cool to see how different storytellers twist and shape the fundamental lore in their own special way. Still, I can only go so far back in the blood-sucking time machine. Anything earlier than the 70’s is mucked up with prototypical fuckery. Down to the cape-wearing, Fonzie-collared “I want to bite your neck” ass dude. SMH.
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