Hollywoods everlasting fascination with nocturnal blood-slurpers is given the John Carpenter treatment in this silly but surprisingly watchable gore-fest.
Deep in the middle of New Mexican nowhere, a stubbly beer-bellied squadron of vampire-slayers use an array of expensive-looking weapons (not including garlic bread, disappointingly) to carry out work assigned to them by the Catholic Church. Having successfully wiped out a fresh batch of the undead, the gang are settling down to a nice quiet night of liquor and hookers when an uber-vamp called Valek (Thomas Ian Griffith) turns up to spoil the party. Given the carnage that ensues, and the fact that he doesnt stop to take his shoes off at the door, its not tough to work out why he wasnt sent an invitation.
So its left to a scaled-down group of four deadpan vigilante Jack (James Woods), tubby hick Montoya (Daniel Baldwin), grunting bite-victim Katrina (Sheryl Lee) and feeble-but-bearded priest Father Adam to catch Valek before the selfish pointy-toothed git trails muck onto anyone elses nice clean carpets.
Unintentionally funny in some places and relentlessly violent in others, the film plays more like one of those feature-length episodes of Tales From The Crypt than a proper, bona fide movie. None of the characters involved are either likable or particularly well thought-out (Valek makes a crap villain and Father Adams reluctance to tell his colleagues everything he knows is never explained), and the direction seems surprisingly clumsy for an old-hand like Carpenter.
On the bright side (which, incidentally, is exactly where you want to be if theres a vampire nearby) the plots just about ridiculous enough to hold the attention. Just dont expect to be remotely frightened by it.