There's nothing overtly wrong about this film--it's efficiently made, written with a degree of wit and nicely played by a fresh, atypical cast--but for virtually every minute of its running time you simply wonder why anyone bothered making it. There's not a shred of original thinking here. It simply rehashes scenes and story elements from every vampire/desert thriller ever made. Why when a movie character drives across the American southwest do they never use the Interstate? No, they always take those desolate two-lane roads through the middle of nowhere, stopping in fleabag motels in creepy little towns where motorcycles are forever revving and rusted-out Dodge Chargers full of the undead are prowling the night. Ho hum! There's even a sudden lightening storm just in time for the big climactic sequence, which naturally involves hallowed ground and convenient shafts of sunlight. Cinematic junk food.

adult themes and situations, strong violence, language

31.Jul.01

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