“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds."
Saturday, May 12, 2018
New York Vampire (1991)
aka Undying Love
This had an interesting idea - a man who wants to commit suicide becomes a vampire; I mean, he can't die, so that's an interesting conflict. Unfortunately, the film does nothing with it. We see a failed razor blade suicide and then the guy's friends make fun of him as the loser who can't even kill himself properly. He meets a model at a party and she's a vampire and she bites him and then there's issues with the head vampire. None of the usual vampire lore is followed, as they walk around in daylight and don't even have fangs. It's just a poor low-budget horror film.
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