I saw a few movies the other day. Movies, as opposed to "films". The word "film" conjures (to my mind anyway) up facy arty french things. Movies, on the other hand, are less pretentious.
Semantics aside, the movies were Outpost and Night Junkies. Outpost was about the ghosts of german soldiers defending their home, and Night Junkies was a vampire love story.
Outpost was one of those movies where the description on the back of the box didn't have anything to do with the movie inside. It was a fantastic film and anyone into ghost stories needs to see this. It's British, and very well done. The use of lighting and colours was exceptional.
Night Junkies (also British), I was not prepared for. Yes it's a vampire flick, and once again a writer has attempted to redefine what a vampire is. The results are actually very good, and it was a very sad film. Vampires are monsters. They are not trendy forever-young anti-heros bemoaning the loss of their humanity. They are monsters, terrifying and inhuman. The movie portrayed two lovers and their attempts to fit back into society. The results are predictable, but at the end of the film, I was left with a great sadness. Like a slow-motion train wreck, you know where it's going to end up, yet you can't turn away. Well worth checking out.
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