April 15, 1998
On this day in Horror History, John Carpenter’s Vampires made it’s theatrical debut. Proving to be the only box office success of the 90’s by the famed Director, it was this film that reinvigorated Carpenter’s passion for film-making and is credited for changing his mind on retirement. Conceptually a western in the vein of horror, it follows the vengeful plight of the vampire hunter Jack Crow played by veteran actor James Woods. A testament to the brilliance of Carpenter, the ’98 release has thrust itself into infamy in the midst of the vampire genre.
“No... Well first of all, they're not romatic. Its not like they're a bunch of fuckin' fags hoppin' around in rented formal wear and seducing everybody in sight with cheesy Euro-trash accents, all right? Forget whatever you've seen in the movies: they don't turn into bats, crosses don't work. Garlic? You wanna try garlic? You could stand there with garlic around your neck and one of these buggers will bend you fucking over and take a walk up your strada-chocolata WHILE he's suckin' the blood outta your neck, all right? And they don't sleep in coffins lined in taffata. You wanna kill one, you drive a wooden stake right through his fuckin' heart. Sunlight turns 'em into crispy critters.” -Jack Crow
On this day in Horror History, John Carpenter’s Vampires made it’s theatrical debut. Proving to be the only box office success of the 90’s by the famed Director, it was this film that reinvigorated Carpenter’s passion for film-making and is credited for changing his mind on retirement. Conceptually a western in the vein of horror, it follows the vengeful plight of the vampire hunter Jack Crow played by veteran actor James Woods. A testament to the brilliance of Carpenter, the ’98 release has thrust itself into infamy in the midst of the vampire genre.
“No... Well first of all, they're not romatic. Its not like they're a bunch of fuckin' fags hoppin' around in rented formal wear and seducing everybody in sight with cheesy Euro-trash accents, all right? Forget whatever you've seen in the movies: they don't turn into bats, crosses don't work. Garlic? You wanna try garlic? You could stand there with garlic around your neck and one of these buggers will bend you fucking over and take a walk up your strada-chocolata WHILE he's suckin' the blood outta your neck, all right? And they don't sleep in coffins lined in taffata. You wanna kill one, you drive a wooden stake right through his fuckin' heart. Sunlight turns 'em into crispy critters.” -Jack Crow
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