I laughed, I cried, I wet my pants. Having been attracted to the box cover on the Blockbuster shelf -- it was right there next to another film with hunky guys with their shirts off -- I knew going in the film would be bad. If it had been at least passable it would have already aired on SciFi, it's 85 minutes stretched to cover two hours. But I thought I could at least get a few good laughs and enjoy shirtless men cavorting about with the occasional exploding vampire death thrown in for gores sake. Oh but this was just PAINFUL to watch. Yes the guys are either super hot or dorky cute and the director never misses an opportunity to pose said actors without shirts or pants, but why oh why did he have to write the most horrible, stilted, expository laden dialogue ever to grace B-movie heaven? The scenes drag on forever -- I spent five minutes fastforwarding through one and the angle, action and characters never changed! -- the acting is horrendous and the homoeroticism while present is never really used to anything more than wink-wink nudge-nudge effect. As for gore there was none, just kayro syrup used to laughable effect.
Yet somehow you can't hate this film. I don't know why. Perhaps its all the brilliant pecs on display, the well intentioned riff on straight T&A movies or the joy the director obviously took having five cast members and $100 to work with. Whatever you do though, don't watch it alone. After all, why should you and only you be subjected to this piece of c***?
Yet somehow you can't hate this film. I don't know why. Perhaps its all the brilliant pecs on display, the well intentioned riff on straight T&A movies or the joy the director obviously took having five cast members and $100 to work with. Whatever you do though, don't watch it alone. After all, why should you and only you be subjected to this piece of c***?