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Vampires cracked me up -- to this day, I dunno if it was the horror equivalent of Starship Troopers (Vatican-employed vampire hunters who kill an entire town and then have a keg party at a nearby hotel with a bunch of hookers? What?!), or if Carpenter just deliberately made the most politically incorrect movie he could think of just to do it or what. (For similar quandaries, I refer the viewer of gleefully b-movie b-movies to Carpenter's Ghosts of Mars, which I've seen probably, like, six times. Ice Cube vs. a steroidal Marilyn Manson clone, dialogue that on its own could provide enough soundbites for an entire Rob Zombie album, the '80s MET-ALLLLLLL! soundtrack that makes it seem impossible this movie could have been made in 2001, even though it was...I just don't have the words.) For me, the Vampires high point has gotta be a beaten-down James Woods looking blearily up at his Anne Rice-inspired nemesis and croaking out something like, "Go to hell, you polesmoking fashion victim." |
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