Daybreakers

Nobbly Bobbly. Not a summary of my review of Daybreakers but the ice lolly I chose to eat whilst watching it. I may stick with this frozen treat for all future vampirey films - all 200 billion of them. Happily enough I really like Nobbly Bobblys and vampire films and happily again, both were pretty good tonight.

Nice story concept. It's 2019 and some vampirical plague has spread across the globe and now there are hardly any human beans left, so the vampys are getting thirsty and mutating into bad-bat-things as they begin to desperately feed on themselves. This shift in the population means the streets are empty throughout the day as the teeth-mongers hide from the sun - leading to some cool shots of deserted streetscapes and funky, future solutions to UV exposure like Ethan Hawke's blacked out Chrysler with video views instead of windows. Mr Hawke (who looks like he could be Tom Cruise's brother - or is that just me?) is a nice vamp-chap who works for a bad vamp-chap and a kerfuffle ensues when he starts looking for a cure.

There's some funny gory bits and many jumpy-jump bits - leading to frequent sniggers from me as Mrs Fletch often shot a couple of feet up in the air. I of course remained poised and stoic because I am man. Hear me roar. The funny gory bits reach their peak during a feasting frenzy when the camera is slowed down and limbs and entrails glide gracefully through the air - including, if I am not mistaken, the world's first slo-mo spleen shot.

An entertaining and novel spin on pointy-fangs which, even though it runs out of steam a bit near the end, is easily worth 90 something minutes of your time. It's also another film directed by two people which means that I've now seen three films in a row made by directing duos. A dull fact yes, but I feel oddly nourished by this new badge of geekiness.