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2 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
a promising team, but a distinctly mediocre product..., 30 Aug 2003
With master of horror Wes Craven at the helm, and experienced comic Eddie Murphy as the titular vampire (in Brooklyn, no less...) things seemed promising for the vampire comedy genre. The only question was whether it would be the horror or the comedy that won out. In the end, it was neither...Maximillian [Eddie Murphy] is the last remaining pure bred vampire, and has until the full moon to seduce and turn Rita Veder [Angela Bassett], the offspring of a vampire/human relationship (quite why time is suddenly so short remains something of a mystery...). Max travels to Brooklyn to find her, turning petty larcenist Julius [Kadeem Hardinson] into his ghoul, and eventaully discovering she works for the police, incidently investigating murders for which Max is responsible. He needs just one dance to turn her, unless her partner Justice [Allen Payne] can stop him. Murphy actually performs admirably, throwing himself fully into the role of Max, resulting in a sensitive portrayal of a lonely and misunderstood character. The problem is that Payne's Justice, the supposed hero, is a bland police officer lacking any energy and utterly failing to hold the interest of the audience. As a result our sympathies gravitate to Max, the villain, instead. There is distinct chemistry between Murphy and Basset, but the sequences with Basset and Payne are tired and tedious. This lack of energy makes it all the more frustrating that Max must ultimately lose her. The comedy is a mixed bag, cleverly showcasing Murphy's talents through possessing characters, creating a memorable scene in which he delivers a sermon as Preacher Pauley, convincing the congregation that "Evil is Good". There are some clever in-genre gags, "You ain't gonna pull that Blacula shit on me," from Julius. In fact, Hardinson offers probably the most charismatic performance as Max's somewhat abused ghoul, and his interaction with Silas offers a few laughs. Perhaps surprisingly, it is Wes Craven's directing that often fails. The opening sequence is impressively overblown as Max arrives in Brooklyn, his ship crashing into the docks with moody lighting and some gruesome corpses to be discovered. However, the pace is somewhat pondorous once the film gets under way. Ultimately, all involved fail largely due to a poor script which lacks much originality or creativity (a non-exploitation black vampire is not quite enough). Many of the gags are weak, although Murphy is able to infuse his with energy regardless, proving his screen presence. Running a little too long, with an utterly disappointing climax and a totally uncharismatic "hero", Vampire in Brooklyn largely fails to be scary or funny. That said, the film was influential enough among vampire lifestylers to have a set of fangs named after it, the "Brooklyn style" being large canines with smaller sharpened incisors. So admittedly there was something original about it after all...
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