I will never be a member of any club that would have me,
especially this one.
Starr Andreeff is a single mom/stripper who gets attacked by a
female vampire and left for dead. She begins to get a hankering for
blood, and meets up with John Savage, looking like he's
wondering where he left Michael Cimino's phone number. Savage
is also a vampire and wants to let Andreef join his little vampire
family, which consists of a British vamp, the blonde vamp who
attacked Starr, and a green haired midget (I am not making this
up).
The family does not want Starr, so they try to kill Savage and Starr
and Starr's kid.
Someone forgot to tell John Savage that this was a drama. He
spends most of his screen time exhibiting more facial tics than
Hugh Grant on a Jolt Cola bender, and he reads all of his lines like
he is making a Farrelly Brothers film. Andreeff tries to make the
most of a badly written role, but screenwriter/director Ruben goes
for all the vampire cliches, like Starr eating her son's pet hamster
and buying a lot of raw meat to fight the craving for blood. The kid
also gets knocked around a lot, for those who think watching
violence against children is really entertaining.
The film is extra gory, but not in a wild, over the top way like "Killer
Tongue." Here, the gore is gross and never justified, it just occurs.
It is just in the budget. Most of the R rating goes to Andreeff's
coworkers, who are put through embarassing strip routines in the
background of conversation scenes. The budget does not include
vampire fangs! All the vampires here must stab their prey to eat.
Nifty idea, unless you have already seen George Romero's
"Martin."
Even at 77 minutes, and once you throw in Ruben's attempts at
arty direction (skewed frames, blurred scenes), this is one
tiresome, dull, and dirty ride. Leave this club and take a shower,
you will need it.
This is rated (R) for strong physical violence, gun violence, sexual
violence, strong gore, strong profanity, female nudity, sexual
references, drug abuse, and adult situations.