So, yesterday I saw this movie called Stylish Vampire Posse Smacks Down Pasty White Vampire Posse To The Sound Of Rap And Other Music That Already Outlived Its Musical And Cultural Usefulness.
I hear some people also call the movie Blade 2.
I can't really pinpoint the highlight of the film. No wait, that's not right. I can pinpoint several. Dialogues were cleverly very short and to the point so as not to bore the audience. We wouldn't want them to fall asleep between action sequences. I also enjoyed that said dialogues were filled with profanity. I mean, its not enough nowadays that we get derivative crap or sequels just for the sake of money. They also must have profanity by the metric load, because you know, it really adds to the immershun! thingie. It appeals to all generations and lifestyles, I guess, much like DVD and All in the Family reruns.
But what I also find interesting in the movie (aside Leonor Varela's curves) is the excellent script presented to us. I was really excited when I saw things like a guy fighting deadly vampires with nothing more than a shoulder pad, a heavy mace and some tattoos. It not only bodes well for originality, but it makes perfect sense. Kinda like waltzing into a warehouse with an underground rave scene flashing big weapons and having folks keep on dancing despite the fact that a handful of heavilly armed goons happened to carry enough weaponry to destroy the area. I have to find me some raves, they seem to be very relaxing.
Equally impressive is how vampires evolved. No longer a secret society of sorts, they're now nestled into their own corporate-looking buildings filled with multiple identity-checking machinery. Not that it matters much, though, given most of the vampires are so stiff in their acting that I'd be surpised that, gender-aside, there was an actual difference. They look like a cross between Keanu Reeves' wooden face and Nicholas Cage's dull voice: wheter they're fighting, dying, bleeding, or cracking jokes ("Can you blush ke ke ke") they will always look the same and keep the same face and monotone, emotionless voices. At least they'll have perfect models for action figurines based on most of the cast's acting, so not all is lost.
Speaking of cast you have some very well-crafted characters. I have got to hand it to the writers. You have a very original "yo yo yo wassup dude I speak like an foul-mouthed moron and move like a rapper but I can make bombz0rz!!!"-themed personage. His acting - not all too different from the cinematic tour de force that was Dude, Where's My Car? - is a shining example of how Hollywood can actually bring out the bestest, freshest actors. Kris Kristofferson, as the aged partner of Blade, really shines as well. Well, what little is possible to shine trough that film of filth and grime on his clothes and hair, anyway.
The Bloodpack - a curious vampiric mercenary force that was trained to catch Blade but can't stand up to lesser vampires, in a striking resemblance to the prestiged members of Neverwinter's Academy that succumbed at the hands of 1 HP Goblins - is perfect. If you handn't guessed it, the towering behemoth that I mentioned before (the half-naked, mace-wielding prince of harm) is one of them. They are a very diverse and atypical bunch, and some of the best lines in the movie ("Yaaarrgh!!!") are theirs. This was *the* posse that should be in all rap videoclips. They own like no other posse has owned before.
Another great thing about this movie is the storyline. It friggin' rocks. You just cannot shake the feeling that, if Blade and the chick actually got it on, you'd cry because of its perfection. There's blood. There's coreographed stunts. CGI ass-kicking powered by WWF moves. Vampires investing in DNA-tampering. Vampiric roadkill. It's got everything. It really is a shame that the main vampire chick (as cool and hot /as Drow chicks) didn't get it on with Blade. I mean come on. Black vampires need loving too. But I think its understandable. In my conspirational expertise, I think the movie was slated to have the main romance happen between Wesley Snipes and Ron Pearlman. Seriously. They flirt with each other like no one else in the movie (except the hot vampire chick and her three-way jaw brother in the end... yes, there's some vampiric inbred innuendo too, for those that like it). The best and most romantic lines belong to them ("Can you blush?" and "**** you" are riveting). Many times they're face to face, and you can't shake the feeling that they're about to lock lips. When Pearlman's raspy, seductive voice tells Snipes that the switch in the bomb is stuck, you can be sure that any gay person in the theatre will just cream themselves with pure extasy.
Alas, Blade has to resign himself to just rubbing his leather outfit on himself.
Seriously, its great. I can't wait for Blade 3.
Yes, this is not meant to be taken seriously.