1 And just as that plotless abomination found nothing wrong in shifting abruptly from nature documentary to motorcycle race adventure to hired killer manhunt, so too did this Smith vehicle carelessly toy with its audience. It was at this moment that I had a revelation-the actor playing the son of the vampire was none other than William Smith, the trigger-happy psycho I’d seen in Piranha, Piranha. Luckily, our hero knows enough about this adult-education musical chairs to secure himself a spot in the class, and settles in to studying his elusive sire.
Apparently, pop’s course on the occult is so incredibly popular that you have to show up extra early to make sure you get a seat, and if you’re caught standing, you can’t stay. We’re told that he has spent his life searching for his father, and has finally tracked him down-teaching adult education classes at the local college. In a flash, the kid is an adult, and the story grinds to a screeching halt. As the mother-undead son montage continued, and the boy matured, I was convinced I was in for an intriguing tale of a vampire coming of age.īut once again, Grave of the Vampire pulls a fast one. Sure, the fun of vampire wrestling would have been nice, but maybe here was a true undiscovered gem-a contemplative, Martin-esque take on the vampire tale. Perhaps that opening sequence had been shot by a different director, and in a hasty bit of runtime padding, patched onto this more sober narrative.
Owing both to its unexpectedness and – to my knowledge – originality, this scene once again caused me to change my mind about the film. After slowly dragging a knife across her chest, she watches in contentment as her boy begins to lap up the drops of blood that spatter on his lips. When her numerous attempts to breastfeed the child fail, she realizes she has no choice but to give the little nipper what he wants. We learn that whatever it is growing within her is not human, and watch as she devotedly tends to her offspring, even though it is clear that her son is undead. Instead of the expected hunt-down-the-criminal police procedural, we’re offered a montage of the woman’s pregnancy, childbirth, and motherhood. Just as I was about the write the whole thing off, however, the story once again took an unexpected turn.
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Needless to say, this abrupt – and dark – shift in tone left me more than a little discomfited, and wistful for the lighthearted vampire movie that wasn’t. Suddenly, we’re in the hospital watching the poor lass (who somehow survived the ordeal) being forced by the cops to look at mug shots of possible assailants. For the girl is not merely dragged into the crypt to be drained of her lifeblood, she is raped-and, as we soon learn, impregnated. Sadly, Grave of the Vampire quickly decides that it does not want to be a fun vampire-bashes-college-kids movie. When said vampire drags the screaming girl down into his recently vacated crypt, I had high hopes for much more of the same-an athletic vampire handily dispatching foolish collegians in very un-vampiric ways. After all, I was only a few minutes into the picture and already I had been blessed with a wonderfully atmospheric opening shot and vampire wrestling. Though the Hammer Studios devotee in me cringed a bit at the unexpected camp, the very fact that the boneyard battle was so removed from the vampire film standard piqued my interest. graveyard lothario smackdown, replete with a back-breaking bodyslam on a nearby tombstone. Just as they’re about to get down to business, though, that tomb from the opening shot slowly begins to open – a gnarled hand reaching inquisitively into the night air – and before you know it were in the midst of a vampire vs. The lovers’ past history is briefly related and their reason for visiting the abode of the dead explained. But before we have a chance to get to know the revelers, we’re whisked back to the cemetery and a frisky pair of youngsters basking in the unrivaled romantic aura of the dead. From our sidewalk vantage point, it appears that the ribaldry is flowing and the good times are rolling. The mist intensifies…the camera inches its way toward the tomb…and…cut to a ’30s frat party. Blood-red credits divulge the title and players. Listen to excerpts from the book on the poetry page.A graveyard at night. The Poetic Works of William Smith 168 pages, soft coverīill explores life and the world around him through his poetry and photographs. Smith will be happy to autograph pictures but will no longer be personalizing them. If you want to use a check or postal money order to pay for your order, please contact Joanne Smith through the Contact Us page for instructions on where to send your payment.
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