The sequel was awful – except for the bit with Bruce Campbell in it – but Escape from New York was pretty good, as long as you understood going in that your disbelief would not so much be suspended as it would be expelled, then shipped off to military school. One of John Carpenter’s better ones… and it’s always frustrating, because you never know with that director whether or not he’s going to be pretty darn good, or just plain bad. Just saying, that’s all.
And so we shine the sun on Daybreakers. But for not long enough.