It's official. Hollywood has finally killed the eternal.
Did you know that Anne Rice actually hated the idea of Tom Cruise as Lestat, in the 1994 hit, Interview with the Vampire? The notion that Ethan Hunt, Jerry Maguire, fucking Maverick(!) could be the canine clicking renassiance man, that Cruise embodied in the film, was detested by the now famous writer. Yet it somehow worked out alright for everybody, especially the Studio's involved. Except, it was a great film! Flashforward fourteen years and what has happened? The Vampires nowadays are the indie scum of the planet. The Twitards and the Truboppers have officially killed the unkillable. They've finally jammed that skinny jean clad stake into the heart of American cinema, the last nail in the proverbial coffin of all that does not suck, and left us with 16 year old's playing 18th century hopeless romantics who fall for the high school closet wrist cutter. They gawk and scoff and huff and puff for an hour and half, and we the audience, pay double what we did in 1994 to see it, and we're supposed to say " Thank you, sir, I'd like some more"? Should we bend over and cough while we're at it?
Nay, I say!
I do not wish to forever watch the night-time darkness dwellers, the descendants of Bram Stoker's masterpiece, be trashed by bad romance soap opera garbage. I want the blood, the fear, the suspense, and I want it now. I do not wish to see the Chicken Soup for the Soul's version of Tod Browning's 1931 Classic adapatation played off like a 12 year old girl's wet dream. We the people need to set our feet firm and take a stand against these atrocities. I, for one, will not go quietly into the night and I hope that you won't either.
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