If ever there was a premise that excites those hunting the vampyric essence The Addiction has it. After being treated as everything from the collective fear of death to a seductive bisexual decadent, The Addiction promises to examine the vampire as a theological entity, a symbol of the spiritual isolation that arises from sin. A glorious idea in theory and one which could have fed new life into the evolving myth of the vampire but not only does The Addiction not live up to its promise, it goes out of its way to make you wish you never got excited about it in the first place.
It's not just that The Addiction is pretentious, it's offensively so. There's no reasoning in this film, no consistency, just a fundamental misreading of existentialist philosophers coupled with impenetrable references to AIDS, original sin, the killing fields and the need to bring suffering upon others. In the latter, The Addiction succeeds admirably. Much like an academic paper with an exciting abstract but dull, self-important content, this is a film that has neither a sense of direction nor a desire to enlighten its audience. The filming is ugly, the acting is mediocre, the tension is non-existent while the whole pseudo-intellectual edifice is held together by a storyline so thin that the makers stop pretending to stick to the script around a quarter of the way in. Even the famous "orgy" sequence leaves its audience less aroused or terrified than it does agitated and bored.
While things threaten to brighten when Christopher Walken makes his brief appearance, you might wonder why he has a knowing smirk on his face. One can only speculate whether he sees the thing as a joke at the expense of the writers. The problem with this thought is that this is a film that takes itself too seriously to even be amusing for its pretension, like a party guest who not only doesn't want to have a good time but wants to make sure that everyone else in the room doesn't have one either. If you're interested in any of the fascinating themes which The Addiction toys with then don't watch it. This film drains 82 excruciating minutes from your life and concludes what Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt did in 3 minutes while wearing French wigs. A hateful film.