Near Dark

Near Dark ★★★★

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Kathryn Bigelow bursts out of the screen from the start with a solo debut of pulse-pounding authenticity and gracious romance. Its beauty is mainly mined from the familial dynamics interacting with location: how country roads seem even darker due to the presence of a lone street light, how (nearly) empty bars become ripe for slaughter, how the 'National Anthem sign-off' on television signals an ironic twist of fate. The band of vampires carry their own selective light, and so does Bigelow, rebelling against American traditions yet fitting into its larger mythos of perverted expansion. Tangerine Dream hums it all to sleep like a erotic, existential lullaby and Bill Paxton (RIP) cackles into the nether.