Remind me never to go to a vampire movie again expecting to see anything other than drivel. What started as an interesting angle on this Groundhog Day-like genre - namely that Ethan Hawke's character is a vampire, like almost everyone else on earth, desperately looking to perfect a blood substitute before his kind runs out of human blood - quickly deteriorated into the same old same old.
I accept that there's got to be a certain amount of blood sloshing around to satisfy the typically brain-dead fan-base for this kind of movie, but it was like the director and writers ran out of ideas after about 30 minutes and said "ah, screw it, let's have everyone attack everyone else, spray a load of blood around and cut to the end".
I labeled the audience as brain dead, but there were at least 4 exceptions in this particular presentation: My group, of course (Amo, Gareth and me), and a certain Mr O'Neal. Yes, Shaq was in the house. No doubt bored with the idea of hanging out with the rest of the team, who were earlier standing around outside Rochester Big and Tall while one of the crew was inside buying a pair of size 24 slippers, the big man was inside watching Daybreakers with us.
I hope he liked it, because we sure didn't.
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