“I never drink … wine.”
Of course, Gary Oldman may occasionally dine on other fluids, or at least that’s the gossip around the old homestead.
Having broken (quite badly) with God after his wife’s suicide, Vlad the Impaler lives on for generations in a new, even more fierce, form.
Driven by an unquenchable thirst, and a burning desire to hook up with a young and dewy Winona Ryder — who looks a lot like his dearly-departed wife — Dracula lets the fangs fly free.
Lush and operatic, Francis Ford Coppola’s revamp of a horror icon still has a lot of bite.
“What’s your damage, Heather?”
The most acidic of ’80s comedies, this was written as a direct counterpoint to the usually more uplifting teen films of John Hughes.
In fact, writer Daniel Waters had hopes Stanley Kubrick(!) would direct.
While your brain melts at the thought of what that might have looked like, the hunk of celluloid nirvana eventually crafted by first-time feature film director Michael Lehmann remains a must-see.
Winona Ryder, the “it girl” of my generation, kills it as always as our conflicted heroine, while Christian Slater makes for a very-effective heartthrob with a hankerin’ for homicide.