October has arrived, and if you've been with me since I started this blog, you know how much I love this time of year.
Soon, basic cable will start running many of the cheesy old vampire movies that I grew up watching with my dad.
Just to cover my bases, I will probably have Netflix send me a few of the '50's and '60's-era Hammer Studios Dracula movies that starred Christoper Lee.
There has been a dearth of good new vampire movies of late. I can enjoy the decadent leather-clad Eurotrash style of the films Underworld and Underworld Evolution, but somehow the combination of the undead and automatic weapons has never quite worked for me. A vampire should never really shout "I'm empty! Give me another clip!"
My hopes for the new CBS vampire series Moonlight were dashed within seconds of the opening credits, as the protagonist, a vampire private detective, outlined what can and can't hurt vampires in this particular version of the myth.
Oh my, how tired.
I'm okay with the show giving up the traditional "Christian weapons" of holy water and crucifixes, but if a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses is all it takes for our hero to stroll about in daylight, then you've lost me. Throw in bad writing, terrible hairstyles, and a pastiche of characters sloppily copied from far superior fare like Angel, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I can safely cancel my TiVo Season Pass for Moonlight.
I'm a bit more intrigued by the trailers I have seen for the movie 30 Days of Night, a new vampire flick set in Barrow, Alaska during its winter month of perpetual darkness. The set-up of the movie (which is based on a graphic novel) appears to hold some promise, but I suspect that plot and character development will take a back seat to splatter and jump-cuts of murkily-lit mayhem. If any of you happen to see this movie in the theater, send me a note and let me know what you thought of it. I'll be waiting for the DVD.
Tonight I think I might dig out a bootleg DVD I bought on eBay last year. It's a copy of a copy of a bad copy of a four-hour Dracula film that the BBC produced in 1978. Louis Jordan plays Dracula with an aristocratic, chilling grace that has always struck me as the perfect mix of menace and charm. He doesn't hiss or snarl like Christopher Lee, but he gets the job done.
PS--I totally forgot the Blade movies. Just so-so as vampire movies, but mmmm, Ryan Reynolds...