This was also rebooted as a 2005 TV show that nobody watched. People start using the word vampire in connection with the murders. Horrible 1970s music plays. Men talk of a possible suspect who could have a mental derangement that makes him think he is a vampire. Nobody really cares about the dead women. There is rampant sexism. I did not like this.
The plot unfolds with no considerable ease. The reporter, Kolchak, makes sexual comments about a corpse. There are fat jokes and TPTB decide the public need a softer truth rather than hearing that a vampire is on the loose. Kolchak’s co-workers dislike him. This has about as much quality as ‘Bikini Carwash Company 1&2’. Kolchak rants self-righteously and patronises his woman. Print media is still a thing here.
The police find a suspect and Kolchak jokes that the 70 year old suspect outran a police car. People have straight up contempt for the yelling ‘hero’. Kolchak plans to slay the vampire. The inescapable conclusion is that this badly lit movie is bad. Kolchak has the temerity to kill the vampire. People have angry manners and are entirely against Kolchak.
After the climax, Kolchak faces a murder charge in his ugly ice-cream suit. There is no sense of grim hopelessness just Kolchak pontificating on issues well outside his knowledge base. People have a moralistic response to Kolchak. There is no emotional link or cultural relevance to this. People are neither willing nor able to say thanks to the ‘hero’. There are necessary consequences to Kolchak’s refusal to accept or adhere to political norms; he’s run out of town like his woman.
His woman, Gail, can’t be found and suddenly Kolchak cares. Kolchak is insensitive and his concept of class is ogling murder victims. The social influence of this TV movie lives on. The authorities are shown to be liars and there is intellectual insecurity and there is not even fake gratitude. Kolchak wanders the Earth. Oh boo hoo.
“On route to her doom.”
“Illegal operations you’ve been performing in closets.”
“Super powerful mad man.”
“Mutual suffrage of us all.”
“High on pot.”
“Has been big city reporters.”
“This nut thinks he’s a vampire.”
“You’re gonna get fired again.”
“We are a NEWS-paper.”
“We don’t want undesirable elements in Las Vegas.”
“Sex and violence later.”
“They don’t build those with an off switch.”
“Searching for your balls.”
“How to steal a CIA plane.”
There is lying and triviality and no terrible sense of dread. Lives are irreparably damaged in this utterly mediocre film. Why don’t the guests just leave? There are evidential problems and the crazy people turn out to be crazy people. This achieves nothing. People’s lives are ruined on a whim by crazy cultists. This was incoherent and full of noise and violence toward the end. This film has a pathological inability to be good.
There are distorted presentations. The party guests were meant to be glad to die and co-exist in their host’s vicinity forever. The baddies are nowhere near as clever or cunning as they think. The ending scene is creepy, the only effective scene of this misfire.
“Suspicious of our hospitality.”
“New EST or something.”
“Something bad is happening here.”
“Who are you?”
“Don’t tell me this is normal.”
The idiots make noise and have no concept of private property. They see a very well lit satanic ritual and nudity. They can’t establish cynicism as their established social circle takes on satan. The jerks mock a girl as a crackhead whore. They bring her to their place and she talks creepily about satan. Then they do a summoning and this was stupid. There is oddness and the idiots shrug it off and scream and swear and act like tools. This was BAD as the idiots die.
“Junkies and whores.”
“Upside down cross very original.”
“Burn this place on Yelp.”
"Too hardcore even for us."
“Nancy Drew did it all the time.”
“I never desired your good opinion.”
“Too low to be worth his consideration.”
“The least popular man in the county.”
“The Grand Barrier burns as we speak.”
"Risen from hell."