

The mythology of this Embrace of the Vampire adds some hereditary slaying aspects, which would be cool if they weren’t introduced 75 minutes into the film. Is the speed-ramping supposed to make it scary? I dunno. In Embrace of the Vampire, it’s used mainly during reveals that the person being sexy with Charlotte is a vampire. I don’t get it either, it never looks cool. These scenes overdo it big time with the speed-ramping – a tired editing trend seen in everything from action flicks to erotic cult remakes. There are a handful of graphic vampiric scenes, including a pretty impressive (albeit brief) prologue. Like with Hinnendael, it’s impossible to gauge whether the actors are bad when the lousiness of the script sucks out all enjoyment. All of the characters are drearily uninteresting from her roommate Nicole (Kaniehtiio Horn) to the titular vampire who embraces Charlotte, her fencing instructor Cole (Victor Webster). It’s difficult to comment on Hinnendael’s abilities as an actress, since she isn’t given much to do except act shy and give her best “O” face a few times. Daily doses of medication keep her “blood disease” at bay, although she doesn’t seem to know any specifics about her condition. She’s plagued by nightmares that usually end with someone getting their neck violently bit open. In the IMDB synopsis, they make it a point to note that Charlotte is attending a “co-ed” university, but I’ll be damned if one male student had a line. Also, easy on the speed-ramping, fellas.Ĭharlotte Hawthorn (Sharon Hinnendael) is a timid young woman starting at a university that looks more like a resort for models than an institution of higher learning. Even without comparing it to the original, this remake falls short of being compelling in any way. Carl Bessai’s Embrace of the Vampire takes itself much too seriously and while they were busy adding more sex and graphic vampire kisses, the filmmakers forgot to develop an interesting story. Unfortunately, the goofy charm of the original is missing. Now it’s been remade, with the gore and lesbianism amped up several notches. It’s so silly and ridiculous, but it’s that sensationalized tone that makes the original digestible. Remember the opening, when that guy is jumped by three naked draculas by the river? That whole scene is like the cover of a romance novel. But the film has a strange, melodramatic charm to it that makes it watchable after the softcore bits are over. 1995’s Embrace of the Vampire became a minor cult classic mainly because Alyssa Milano is naked for large chunks of it.
