Vampires are once again so fresh and so clean. Vanquished are the sculpted abs, glittery epidermises, and seemingly endless queues of hysterical fanatic youths associated with the bloodthirsty undead. What We Do In The Shadows is a gift to the living from the comedic Kiwi genius responsible for Flight of The Conchords.
Going in a radically different direction from the relentless tween-intended fanged creatures who have haunted pop-culture for roughly six years too long -- if you are one of millions of mortals who has OD’ed on the vampire thing, do not fear. The film offers a pale yet colorful cast to include a Vlad, remarkably reminiscent of The Impaler, and mercifully, an 8,000 year old Nosferatu of sorts. What’s old is new.
A documentary film crew has gained access to the most legendary of nocturnal societies. Cameras follow a group of vampiric flat-mates’ quest for blood and night-to-night struggles of the most traditional sorts. Lurking in the shadows of every corridor and behind every coffin door is something ghastly and delightful.
An unpredictable, superbly paced feature offers a righteous flow between the deadpan and the silly. I have not laughed so fervently inside a movie theatre since I was a teenage girl watching Superbad. Highly recommended.
Going in a radically different direction from the relentless tween-intended fanged creatures who have haunted pop-culture for roughly six years too long -- if you are one of millions of mortals who has OD’ed on the vampire thing, do not fear. The film offers a pale yet colorful cast to include a Vlad, remarkably reminiscent of The Impaler, and mercifully, an 8,000 year old Nosferatu of sorts. What’s old is new.
A documentary film crew has gained access to the most legendary of nocturnal societies. Cameras follow a group of vampiric flat-mates’ quest for blood and night-to-night struggles of the most traditional sorts. Lurking in the shadows of every corridor and behind every coffin door is something ghastly and delightful.
An unpredictable, superbly paced feature offers a righteous flow between the deadpan and the silly. I have not laughed so fervently inside a movie theatre since I was a teenage girl watching Superbad. Highly recommended.
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