Vampire hunter, Derek Bliss (Jon Bon Jovi) and a rag-tag team consisting of a young teen, a streetwise fighter, a psychic holding off her vampire infection with drugs, a priest, and an old man must find and destroy a master vampire before she discovers how to walk in the daylight.
Quick Review: Sinking below the level of 1998’s Vampires is a difficult task, but Vampires: Los Muertos does it with ease. The plot is recycled from its predecessor (and it wasn’t interesting enough for one film) though with less sense and larger plot holes. Characters act in insanely stupid ways (you’re in the middle of vampire country, so you decide to sleep outside alone, and then when a female shows up next to you, you respond sexually—yeah) but otherwise show almost no signs of personality. There are many questions left unanswered such as: Why is there an anti-vampire drug that no one else is using? Why did the vamp hire our hero to run around rural Mexico? Why does Bliss, who is paid huge sums of money, wander the land like a bum? And why doesn’t the winch—a vital vampire killing tool—ever work and why is it never repaired? Still, it is the direction which buries this film. Painfully slow scenes follows achingly stagnant ones. We are presented with slow pans across transfusion tubes and still shots of the ceiling of a cave. That’s what I want in my vampire flicks—shots of the ceiling. Ahhhh, the art!