Samuel L. Jackson says "motherfucker" about 30 times and it never gets any less cool as when he says it for the first time oh man what a transformative actor.
Vampires – as with zombies before them – have resurged in the last decade and slowly but surely worn out their welcome. It’s in this fly-on-the-wall mockumentary style that co-directors and stars Clement and Waititi have breathed new life into the otherwise floundering sub-genre. The humour here isn’t because they’re centuries old vampires, but more that they co-habit like the rest of us: arguing about cleaning dishes or leaving half-devoured body-parts in communal areas. The style lends a unique angle…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Immediately upon leaving the auditorium after seeing Jeremy Saulnier's third feature, I turned to my friends and said: "that was truly fucking horrible". Depending on your personal cinematic tastes, this is either a bad thing or a good thing. In relation to my tastes, this declaration was a very good thing indeed.
Full review at Big Face, Small Razor.