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Vampire in Brooklyn
A comic tale of horror and seduction.
Maximillian, the lone survivor of a race of vampires, comes to Brooklyn in search of a way to live past the next full moon. His ticket to survival is Rita, a NYPD detective who doesn't know she's half vampire -- and Maximillian will do whatever's necessary to put her under his spell.
After about half an hour of watching Vampire in Brooklyn I came to the realisation that I wouldn't get any less out of it if I was asleep. For the sake of self-preservation my brain wouldn't allow most of the plot to even register but from what I did gather there seemed to be a lot more input from Eddie Murphy than director Wes Craven (undoubtedly at one of his lowest points here).
The film ranks at the same level as the fifth or sixth instalment in most horror franchises. It goes past the point of easy-watching and into the realm of unengaging drivel.
Props to Ebert for actually managing to reiterate the plot in his review, I struggled to…
A horror-comedy that is at its best when it is leaning separately toward either horror or comedy but not both, Wes Craven's "Vampire in Brooklyn" gives its audience Eddie Murphy at the peak of his influence in Hollywood but not the peak of his talent. A watchable film that feels like a vanity project, there are some laughs and some gore but nothing else remarkable.
Revolving around a vampire who is searching for a half-vampire mate to ensure his own survival, "Vampire in Brooklyn" finds Eddie Murphy's undead Maximillian traveling to New York to begin his search. There he meets a cadre of colorful characters, including Angel Bassett's police woman. There is a touch of romance to go along with…
Evil is good and ass is good, and if you find you a piece of evil ass, WOO!
I cringe at the thought of the kindly soft-spoken Wes Craven attempting to direct 1990s Eddie Murphy into something resembling acting. I mention the 90s because Murphy was still high on himself at the time as evidenced by him turning the film into an overlong SNL skit.
"It was a wolf godammit! A big black stinking ass wolf. The motherfucker jumped of the boat and ran over there. And when it got there the son of a bitch turned into a man. He did the flippflopp shit on me... Just like whore i used to know in Detroit back in -62. I'd go over her house on saturday night... she loved me, man. I'd come through the door, she's a man! Flippfloppin' and shit. You ever seen a motherfucker flippflopp on you and shit like that? In your face trying to flippflopp and shit!"
The most interesting thing about this film is that the above is the funniest part of the film, and it's not even said…
"You should get a Oscar for that shit."
Alas, not the lost classic that Beverly Hills Cop III turned out to be, although if you squint this could almost be another Murphy/Landis joint. Instead we have Wes Craven, who brings a characteristic sheen to the visual effects and a lot of snazzy camera moves, but who's just not as adept at incorporating Eddie's vanity into a wacky entertainment as John Landis is (he does get to fit in a nightmare sequence or two and some blood oozing through a keyhole, fun). I think the thing that really kills it is that it takes at least a good 30-40 minutes to realize that Murphy is going full-on villain here, and despite…
"You ain't gotta pull that Blacula shit with me."
Not exactly Wes Craven's finest hour (or Eddie Murphy's, for that matter), but its uneven blend of comedy and horror pointed the way toward the following year's more successful Scream.
I'm just going to assume Wes was badly in debt and everyone else involved in this film were on outrageous amounts of cocaine. It will help me sleep better at night.
Schwarzes Kino über Vampire im schwärzesten Viertel New Yorks. Also ich weiß nicht, der Film hat seinen ganz eigenen Charme, die Idee ist ganz nett aber die Schauspieler und die Inszenierung verflachen mit jeder Minute des Films weiter und geben sich selbst der Lächerlichkeit preis, was ich wirklich schade finde, da in dem Ganzen ein großes Potential gesteckt hatte.
Während man am Anfang noch einen gruseligen Schocker mit lustigen Sprüchen erwartet, verflacht das ganze im Verlauf der Story zu einer "Pretty Woman in Blood" und man glaubt einfach nicht, dass man im Vorspann doch tatsächlich den Namen von Wes Craven gelesen hat, der das ganze inszeniert haben soll. Beinahe traurig ist das Ganze dann spätestens wenn das ganze in Klamauk…
It's hard not to admire the balancing act being attempted here, but Vampire in Brooklyn is so poorly directed and produced that it's kind of a disaster. There are too many scenes of mumbled dialogue under bad prosthetics, shot in a certain "Cinemax After Dark" light. The comedic scenes are awkward, the suspense scenes are often unintentionally funny, and the "ghetto" sets look like Sesame Street. Turns out the sensibilities of Craven and Murphy are tonally counterproductive... who knew?
And apparently Wes Craven learned everything he knows about the black experience from concept shots of Good Times.
An urban adaptation of Dracula written by Eddie and Charlie Murphy and strangely enough, directed by Wes Craven. If you enjoy and laugh at Eddie Murphy's comedy, i.e. Nutty Professor, Dr, Doolittle, and all those early 00's comedies he did, then this movie is for you. There isn't too much of a horror element to recommend for horror fans so if you want to watch purely because of Craven's directing, you will be somewhat disappointed.
Comfortably in my top 10 worst movies I've ever seen
Thought I'd give this another bash....still shit!
A horror-comedy that's a little light on both. The effects are good and the cast as well. It gets a few small laughs. The story is told well enough. Over-all its simply okay but not great.
For some odd reason I wanted to like that movie, probably because the idea of Eddie Murphy messing around as a Vampire in Brooklyn sounds that stupid and forced original, it could be fun. Well, it certainly isn't though, atleast not when it wants to be, based for the most part on jokes and dumb characters that more make you feel like watching a New York version of Ice Cube's "Friday" instead of a Wes Craven movie. And as you thought it could not get worse, suddenly Eddie Murphy starts pulling of an embarrassing preacher plus white mobster performance that only sadly reminds of the good times of "Coming to America", which were, how you notice even more now, were…
All the films mentioned by name in Kim Newman's definitive encyclopedia of horror films, Nightmare Movies. Well worth a read.…