John Carpenter’s Vampires
Review by Bjorn Thomson
John Carpenter’s Vampires is a vile genre piece that manages to be offensive for all the wrong reasons, and dull for all the usual ones.
Vampires possesses all the charm, humor and erotic allure of an open, suppurating sternal wound. It’s terminally unhip — a horror flick without a dash of self-deprecation, or of suspense. I’d say it’s the perfect film for serial killers; it has the same admixture of sickeningly prurient violence and violent misogyny that Bundy and company seem to thrive on.