(out of 5)
Nicolas Cage plays a literary agent with a bad attitude towards everyone except his kindly and understanding therapist. He cats around with Kasi Lemmons until their fun times are interrupted by the intrusion of a bat in their bedroom. When his next conquest, Jennifer Beals, bites him on the neck, he begins to transform into a bloodsucker who berates his secretary (Maria Conchita Alonso) about a missing file (I’m not joking) and goes out in search of more victims. Is he actually a vampire and is this a supernatural tale, or is there reason to believe we have fallen into the rabbit hole of a disturbed man’s madness? I think I know what this movie is about, I can find a logic that suits me, but between Cage’s loco accent and some really dull writing it seems clear that either no one told him that this is a psychological drama or no one told his director that this is supposed to be a comedy. It’s unwatchable either way, a film that doesn’t even yield rewards for its lack of quality by being hilariously bad.
Directed by Robert Bierman
Screenplay by Joseph Minion
Cinematography by Stefan Czapsky
Music by Colin Towns
Production Design by Christopher Nowak
Film Editing by Angus Newton