Welcome to Fright Night.
I’ve been fed a steady diet of scary movies since birth.
Okay, since the uterus. My mother went to see Halloween: Season of the Witch while she was pregnant. We think that’s how my fascination for terror and gore got started. Straight through the umbilical cord.
Some of my earliest memories involve curling up on the couch, next to mom, and snickering through the puns in the Nightmare on Elm Street series or making random observations during Friday the 13th.
In the last few years, Hollywood’s seen fit to run roughshod over much of my childhood by going back and remaking the horror movies I grew up with.
|Fright Night (2011) poster|
Fright Night was one of the first vampire movies I ever saw. So I have a bit of a soft spot for teen slayer Charley and reluctant hero Peter. (And, of course, kooky sidekick Evil Ed.)
When I found out there was a remake forthcoming, I admit I had a bit of a “Grr” reaction.
Then I discovered Collin Farrell and Anton Yelchin were cast to play Jerry and Charley, thought “Well, maybe it won’t be too bad," and promptly forgot about the movie (due to running around like a headless chicken to prepare for a move).
While in the middle of a Doctor Who marathon, I hopped over to IMDB to check something and saw “Peter Vincent" listed as one of David Tennant's roles.
Now, what I pictured was a manic-and-cowardly-washed-up-actor turned-vampire hunter, in tan trench coat and tie. A sort of mishmash of the 10th Doctor and Roddy McDowell’s Vincent.
What I got, upon Googling, was this...
Looks a bit like the impossible Love-Child of Jack Sparrow and Criss Angel, but I dig it.
To say the least.
But okay, I thought, if they’re going to have David Tennant in eyeliner and leather pants, I definitely have to see this movie.
(Am I that easy to hook? In this case.... Yes. Yes I am.)
So, a few days ago, I snagged a streaming copy and the husband (who I'd made watch the original Fright Night years ago) and I sat down to see what damage had been done.
I was pleasantly surprised.
The remake pays homage to the original but doesn't try to be the original.
The biggest changes are in the characters of Jerry and Peter (and Evil Ed, who’s no longer the kooky sidekick but more of a plot catalyst who helps rush the movie through its opening, which is one of my few complaints).
|Jerry Dandridge (2011)|
And Peter shifted from a sweet and somewhat melancholic washed up actor to a sexy yet vaguely repulsive, and definitely drunken, foul mouthed Las Vegas Master of Illusion and authority on the occult, who’s carting around a lot of emotional baggage.
Both portrayals are on target for the way the remake progresses.
The original Fright Night was part parable (Boy Who Cried Wolf), part vampire seduction story, part response to the genre's turn to masked killer slasher flicks.
The remake is a sleeker, faster, and visually attractive straight-up monster story a la Stephen King: extraordinary and nasty things happening to ordinary people.
This take on the story provided a more animalistic and sadistic villain, got rid of the "vampire's reincarnated lost love" angle (that seemed to be tacked on, willy-nilly, in the original) and gave me some characters who I didn't want to stake for being completely stupid and ineffectual. (That last one doesn't seem to happen often in the horror genre. I always find myself yelling at the screen.)
Do I recommend seeing it? Yes. If you like non-sparkly vampires. If you enjoyed the camp of the original. (If you're a Tennant fan, I doubt I even need to make a recommendation.)
Oh, and, admittedly, there was one other thing the remake had which the original didn’t.
David Tennant’s hips.
I bow to the saucy, drunken swagger.