Despite bared fangs, 'Damned' lacks bite
Film
Vampires have come a long way since the days of "Nosferatu." They have gone from dark and sickly demons to sexual, perverse night crawlers and now, to tortured, brooding Adonises on the WB. They are hip now, they are with it, and in Michael Rymer's "Queen of the Damned," they are even teen idols.
But the film itself, a liberal adaptation of an Anne Rice novel, is not quite as slick. Flat acting and egregious writing slows the plot to a pathetic limp. Worse yet is Rymer's inability to decide on a particular mood or aesthetic. He is neither completely serious about portraying these...
Sorry, but comments are disabled for this article.