A horror film can be many things, scary, visceral, spooky, threatening, disturbing, silly, stupid, over the edge or over the top, just plain brilliant or just bad. But one thing it should never, ever, be is....dull.
And this film is dull, deadly dull, duller than Dullsville, USA. Not sure if it is supposed to actually be a horror film or is as alleged, an erotic tale in a horror film setting. Whatever, with it's laboured sex scenes, awful saxophone based soundtrack, you'd need a shed load of Viagra to get even the slightest aroused.
With the worst of the eighties, BIG hair, supposed sensual smoking and a vampire who looks more like Starsky from the TV series and who plays pool, in one of those 'film within a film,' beloved of film critics.
Sometimes, having the writer director in the same role, makes for a single vision and a strong defined film. Other times, you just get like this, self indulgent drivel.
I was losing the will to live about half an hour into this. There seems to be an ending or sorts, as the vampire has passed his blood sucking and pool playing skills on to his heir, but frankly, it just isn't worth bothering with. Rent or buy any other vampire film but this one!
