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David Naughton, Brad Dourif
Somone is killing married businessmen in LA and draining their blood. City morgue employee David Naughton is slow to figure out that something strange is going on, mostly because of his hateful girlfriend, who in her own vampiric way sucks the energy from every scene she’s in. A nurse, she refuses to believe that somethine odd is going on even when gallons of blood disappear from the hospital, and takes her hubby’s sudden interest in hookers as a bad thing (he’s just looking for an ancient female bloodsucker named Desire, not trying to sow his oats. Not that I’d blame him, with his harpy of a ladyfriend.).

Naughton is earnest but comes off as just goofy most of the time, and the story is perforated with enough plot holes to strain a pudding through, but master director John Llewellyn Moxey keeps things moving and grants us a fabulous cheeseball gothic disco finale that begs to be seen.

Extra points for using what looks exactly like Giles’s apartment from Buffy as Naughton’s apartment and for the hilarious Thundercat sound effect that Desire makes whenever she attacks. Rawr!