What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas No one expected a film about midnightrs, which never mentions the term "Vampire" & #39; except on the moderately cranberry name of vodka.
The era of the ancient vampires is gone. The press, the Internet, criminologists and cameras in stores force modern representatives to mostly eat second-rate blood from medpacks and purely on holidays to run forays to dubious establishments of the city periphery for a tanning smoke fresh. But these are civilizations.
GG Yuri, a marginal and a total bastard. He doesn't go to work, he doesn't clean his house, he robs caravans. Contacts in local hospitals with nurses who are bathed in blood in a vacuum does not support.
He doesn't want to eat. Every day to borrow fresh psychoactive yushka on his own recipe delivers him clearly more. No wonder it has its own recipe. Erythrocytes-leukocytes-platelets civil + drug powder + vodka & #39; vampire & #39; wait 5 minutes until everything mixes. Ready.
GG Daria. The lore was turned 300-400 years ago by Yurkoy, who killed the whole village, including her children and husband. The Vegas illumination stretches but replaces it with sunlight. He works in a casino, respects everyone, loves almost everyone. An alternative is mentioned, whose ideological representative, Victoria, advises moving to a coastal hut in Israel and catching refugees at the border, alternating the blood with the 1982 Rothschild château muton. Working option.
Let's be clear. If you drop the labels ' Vampire' from the main characters, the film will be a mediocre drama about a Russian drug addict and his entourage, who passively tries to pull a man out of the garbage.
Everyone has moments when they want to hang out, and they do. Vampires also like to hang out, which is not surprising. Recall the absence of the possibility of consuming food available to a person and unlimited life expectancy. After, in the optimal case, 150 years of activity, when the alleged vampire the whole world has traveled up and down and recognised himself a hundred times, the motives of his behavior become clear.
It is worth mentioning the excellent work of the operator, a very tolerable soundtrack, a logical chain of actions and the absence of any different vulgar-fairytale elements.
I didn’t like the lack of nudity in the only bed scene and for one moment, where Stanislavsky would be outraged, the stupor of a bartender with a gun during an attack on a man who was sitting opposite him. On the other hand, I do not know what I would have done in his place at the sight of such a mess.