A pleasant, some might even say tender, film about a vampire waking up (from sleeping off the effects of a moon-landing bender, apparently) in modern(ish) Toronto, and falling in with a (immigrant?) cabbie who hangs out at a late-night donut shop. Where the OPEN sign is on the inside, and they serve donuts on a plate. Quite odd donuts, too.
Boya the Undead is fun to watch as he stumbles stiffly around like a junkie, timidly making conversation and snacking on rats. It is Earl the cabbie, though, who soon steals the show with his outlandish accent and his easygoing delivery: "Is stress. My brain, is not pliable. It cracks!"
There's a plot of some sort involving some small-time gangsters (backed by the nefarious David Cronenberg), and another involving Boya's ex from the sixties, as well as a half-hearted love triangle between the vampire, the cabbie, and the donut shop gal (with Boya reaching for the part of hypotenuse when he plants a hand on Earl's thigh). But who cares? Great dialog and quirky acting combine to make a very memorable film.
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Blood & Donuts (IMDB)
Wince : [**___]
Flinch : [**___]
Retch : [*____]
Gape : [***__]
Beerequisite : [***__]
Pornability : [*____]
Obscurity : [***__]
Explicability : [***__]
Scene I'd watch on endless loop: Earl coming to grips with Boya's vampirism. "Sorry! I only know this one day and already I try to kill you, eh?"
Memories I want to erase: The CGI golfballs over the opening credits.
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