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Near Perfection


Near Dark is perhaps the most underrated genre film of all time, let alone in vampire canon. I've watched it in back-to-back weekends now, enamored with the sinister '80s score, the pure bloody violence that makes you wince, the almost lovingly way in which Kathryn Bigelow caresses vampire mythology and the American Western. In short, the film rocks.

I bring this up because I realize that I failed to mention it on this blog before. My only gripe is the Deus Ex Machina ending, but it was the 1980s, so I can forgive it. A film this gritty just couldn't be produced today. The way that Mae listens to the night, accepting her immortality as she looks at the stars wistfully inspires cold chills. Subtle scenes like this build upon one another to make it a quintessential vampire film.

When it was released in 1987, it was overshadowed by the more popular The Lost Boys, which was to be expected. But these two films coerced Hollywood to make more serious vampire flicks. I could write for hours how much I love The Lost Boys like the good lil vampire fanboy that I am, but who doesn't like that film?

This isn't a review, no, not by any means. This is just me telling to you, whoever reads this thing, to go out and watch Near Dark. It's one of the few gems in vampire film that make the whole genre interesting at all.

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  1. Who knew a blood tranfusion would reverse vampirism?

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  2. Yeah, that's definitely a sore spot for the film, but overall, very good stuff...

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