So, Underworld
. Not bad for what was effectively five bucks, but a surprising lack of skin for an R-rated vampire flick. The gun-fu wasn’t bad, but it just lacked that certain “let’s talk about your worrisome, yet darkly compelling, sexual hangups” that permeate our modern understanding of the genre. Not that I watch vampire films for that. At all. Ever. Not me, no how, no way.
Moving along: why don’t vampires ever snack on people that seem, you know, healthy? As in “my breakfast was more than three olives and a picture of a celery stalk” healthy. Either they’ve got this weird thing going about cholesterol, or the side effect of vampirism is apparently going down to three percent body fat and a perpetually sullen, yet stylish, expression. If the latter is true, that means (as has been noted elsewhere) the legions of the Undead are probably missing out on a great long-term financial opportunity.
Lastly: if I ever use Abraham Lincoln as a character in a roleplaying game, he is so totally going to look like this.
Moe Lane
PS: Hey, at least this way I didn’t have to watch the press conference. How many questions did he manage this time? Six?