Vampire mum and daughter hide out in decaying seaside resort (okay, it’s Hastings), in Neil Jordan‘s bloody and brilliant vampire-flick. Everything a horror movie about vampires should be: bloody, spooky, sexy, seedy, sleazy, otherworldly etc… except in one rather annoying respect.
There is an organisation that features strongly in the plot called… drum-roll… wait for it… “The Pointed Nails of Justice.” What the hell? Who thought that up? Possibly the lamest name ever. Makes me think of Cassanova Frankenstein doing his fingernail Kung Fu in The Mystery Men.
Oh, and before I get hate mail about Hastings, there is this really great chip shop down by the boats. And David Gemmell was from there.