John Carpenter's Vampire
AKA: Vampire, Vampires
USA
1999 Color, 102 min |
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Director |
John
Carpenter |
Screenplay |
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Music |
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Photography |
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Daniel
Baldwin |
Tony
Montoya |
James
Woods |
Jack
Crow |
Thomas
Ian Griffith |
Valek |
Sheryl
Lee |
Katrina |
Maximilian
Schell |
Kardinal
Alba |
Tim
Guinee |
Vater
Adam Guiteau |
Tommy
Rosales |
Ortega
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Jack
Crow is the ringleader of a horde of mercenaries, who have found
work on the Vatican payroll as vampire hunters. In this respect
the idea is original. But all that follows after that is shooting,
bloodbaths and earthy macho talk. And that starts right at the very
beginning: the group of commando storms a deserted farmhouse somewhere
deep in the New Mexico desert - the hideout of a family of vampires,
who are then turned into vampire soup by the specialists. There
are "stakings" and burnings all over the place, but the
boys are still dissatisfied, because ober-vampire Valek was yet
again not among the victims. He takes terrible revenge later on
at the nightly victory celebration, killing almost the entire group.
Only Jack, a friend and a prostitute bitten by Valek are able to
escape.
Valek
meanwhile, who was once a priest but then became the mother - pardon
me, father - of all bloodsuckers as a result of an industrial accident
during an exorcism, is searching for the Black Cross, a legendary
utensil that makes him and people of his kind insensitive to sunlight,
thus providing him with almost endless power. Naturally - Jack the
intrepid vampire killer, whose mutated, bloodsucking father once
slurped away Jack's mother, an event that somehow had a lasting
influence on Jack's life, has to prevent this. And so he shoots
and slams, massacres and talks himself stupid through the movie,
right up to the finale in a deserted desert western town, where
the score is finally settled, along with more shooting and massacring
- and the waffling is just as stupid as before...
Desert,
vampires, splatter, and action ... what does that remind you of?
Of course, the box office hit that Messrs Rodriguez and Tarantino
had some years before. Only, what those two produced tongue-in-cheek
as original rascally splatter fun, Carpenter turned into an embarrassing
iron-man movie in the style of the worst kind of sorry Eighties'
efforts. Consequently, "Vampires" stupidly rolls along
in the wake of "From Dusk till
Dawn" and finally sinks. Normally good actors like Jack
Woods, Sheryl Lee und Maximilian Schell act as woodenly as stakes,
and the once really good director John Carpenter, who unfortunately
hasn't succeeded in making a good movie in an eternity, only appears
to be a mere shadow of his talent (seems to have gone the same way
as Roman Polanski or Dario Argento - has anyone seen "The nine
gates" or "Phantom of the Opera" by the aforementioned
gentlemen? You see?)
Apparently,
as you could read in the press, Carpenter wanted to shoot a western
with overdrawn figures on the edge of caricature and with a good
shot of irony. It was actually to be expected that this wouldn't
work; caricature and irony were never Carpenter's forte - rather,
these were moods and atmosphere. These are not to be found in "Vampires".
Sorry, John - this movie belongs right down at the bottom of the
video store shelves, directly next to Dolph Lundgren and crimes
by similar boneheads. Don't ruin your good reputation - retire.
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