God-awful, boring and dreary vampire film which was one of those critically over-hyped 'You've got to see it' art house films. Lili Taylor, whom I adore, is a New Yorker bitten one rainy night by beautiful Annabella Sciorra. Afterwards, Taylor goes down the usual path of 'becoming' a vampire and not understanding her hunger, eventually becoming schizophrenic.
It's clear what director Abel Fererra (BODY SNATCHERS, MS. 45) was going for, commenting on our addictions like smoking, drugs, etc. and even reads as a sort of AIDS metaphor. Unfortunately, it's all sooooo slow moving and dank you really can't get into it. Most of the characters are little more than bodycount, and they aren't personable enough for you to even care about. It's all a shame, because Ferrera is a gifted filmmaker. Maybe that's why I'm being so harsh.
As for the queer quotient, it's your usual Lesbos Vampiros routine. Not interesting enough to seek out.
