I love vampire stories — good ones, that is. The recent spate of paperback vampire series, which began not with Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, as many would suspect, but with the Anita Blake series by Laurel K. Hamilton, the mommy porn paranormal romances where vamps and werewolves mix and mingle with humans, are not the type of books I mean. That series begat Twilight, and that trilogy begat 50 Shades of Gray . . . and it goes on, ad nauseum.
The root of the contemporary vampire tale is still the best. Bram Stoker’s unparalleled Dracula lives on . . . and that begat Stephen King’s ‘Salem’s Lot . . . and both direct influences have led me to the novel I’m working on as I speak, Ghostflowers. It’s Dracula and love and titillation and Hammer Films all rolled into one, and I owe it all to Stoker, Barnabas Collins, Christopher Lee, and Vampirella.
But let me introduce you to two new short films that hearken back to Bram Stoker, with a take-your-stake-and-shove-it nod to Twilight. They’re the best vampire movies I’ve seen in years.
So Pretty takes place first, and So Dark immediately follows. And if any tv producers out there have the guts, this could be an awesome cable series. I like them because they’re classic undead, but with modern sensibilities. And there’s a cameo of a famous vampire killer that I didn’t see coming.
Dracula lives. And so do his children . . . the children of the night . . .