vampire wolf bats

I’ve been told in the past I have no rhyme or reason for liking the movies I do. Seems I have this undefinable list of expectations and hopes for cinema that leaves me many times less than satisfied after seeing a movie. I am, without question, able to pinpoint what I don’t like.

underworld poster

Take “Underworld” for example. How did I end up seeing this “cinema classic” in the first place, you might ask? I’ll spare the man who asked me to go with him the awkwardness of sharing all the details, but it very easily, by his admission, could have been the end of our dating relationship. After two hours of vampire wolf bat activity, I received heartfelt apologies for the whole experience and then left trying to emphasize the positive in it all. Here’s what I’ve come up with. 1) Not all movies suck that badly.

And 2) I was able to momentarily rekindle my crush on “Ben” from the WB classic “Felicity” as he expanded his professional acting resume.

See him here intensely engaged in his vampire wolfhood? It’s believable, isn’t it? I can see in his stern brow how badly he wants to, well, have his way with the good hearted vampiress in black leather. What else did he want? Can’t remember. Real food, I think. But in the end a vampire needs blood. Alas. Sex and blood are all you get, buddy.