Friday, October 21, 2016
Let there be blood
Gay rights have taken us very far.
So far that now we can have our own vampire movies with real naked mens getting all bloody and doing stuff to one another.
A step too far.
This is a really lousy movie.
It is film hackery from beginning to end.
Even the end to end naked bodies being eaten or bloodied or having gory sex together do not redeem it. Gore porn.
I shouldn't even be writing about it.
As for the sexy parts, they are not. The guys are kind of hairy slim Jims. The vampire in contrast is blond and beautifully cut and hunky.
Why am I writing this? It is not likely you will want to ever see this especially after I give it a 1 out of Netflix5.
In fact, a tipoff, only four critics bothered to write about it.
Too bad. There are still possibilities in gay vampires. Lestat was gay. This is nothing near Ann Rice. An embarrassment. I did not wait until the end but I stayed for all but five minutes. I couldn't face the inevitable transition of the rather homely victims. Pale limp gay Brits.
Labels: gay films
