I’m going to be immersing myself in a lot of vampire related material over the next few weeks, as a way of finding my way back into a vampire book I started some years back and then abandoned because it was going in several wrong directions at once.
I’ll be watching pretty much nothing but vampire films and, apart from a few review titles and Black Static stories, reading nothing except vampire novels and short stories, so if you have an aversion to bloodsuckers then you might wish to give this blog a wide berth for a while, or at the best be very selective about which posts you choose to read.
For those who haven’t as yet clicked the back button, any thoughts on which are the best vampire films?
My own personal Top 10 would have to include Murnau’s Nosferatu and Dreyer’s Vampyr, both of which I watched over the weekend just gone, and the Universal and Hammer takes on Dracula, plus Jordan’s Interview with the Vampire and Bigelow’s grunge classic Near Dark, but I’m of an open mind as regards the remaining four slots.
Romero’s Martin would probably make the cut, and in a similar vein The Addiction, but what about The Hunger? Lost Boys and Fright Night are good, but are they that good? Does Herzog’s Nosferatu measure up to its source material, and is Shadow of the Vampire a one trick movie, elevated by excellent performances from Dafoe and Malkovich?
Should films like Blade and From Dusk Till Dawn be more properly considered as action/vampire hybrids than vampire movies per se, and why does Buffy the Vampire Slayer suck so badly when the TV series was the best thing evuh? Was Bram Stoker’s Dracula the bloated monstrosity that I remember it as, with Gary Oldman probably doing the worst turn ever as the Count? How do the exploitative Hammer Carmilla films compare with more openly erotic fare such as Vampyros Lesbos and Embrace of the Vampire? Is the idea of an erotic vampire movie a contradiction in terms?
And what about the worst vampire film? My vote would go to Shower of Blood in which a bunch of teens turn up unannounced at the isolated desres of Uncle Marty, and make themselves at home which, basically, means taking lots of showers, before getting slaughtered by the vampire to the strains of “Roll out the Barrel”.
All these and similar questions may or may not be resolved in the days and weeks ahead.