Fangs for the memories.
A down ‘n gritty vampire-fest, full of the kind of gore and gristle ignored by the kind of bloodsuckers who twinkle in moonlight, this horror/western mashup marked Kathryn Bigelow’s solo directorial debut.
Arriving in theaters just two months after The Lost Boys, it was lost a bit in the hubbub of the time, but has grown in stature over the years.
Bigelow has gone on to a stellar career, highlighted by being the only woman to win an Oscar as Best Director.
The seeds of her success were planted here, in a film both nerve-jangling and swoon-inducing.
