Filmmaker Leberecht takes an intriguingly askance approach to the vampire genre with this dark, romantic horror film, but after after a promising set-up seems unsure where to go from there. By shifting the focus from the insinuating, offbeat love story, the film becomes vacuously blood-soaked. And the initial sense of menace is much more interesting than the actual violence.
The film centres on Jacob (Kilberg), a night security guard who has a skin condition that makes him unusually sensitive to sunlight. After a strange encounter with a janitor (Walter), something changes in him and he starts craving meat, then raw meat, then blood. And when he inadvertently gets a taste of human blood, he can't control his hunger for it. In desperation, he turns to a nurse (Jonz) to get an illicit supply from a hospital. But after having a few blackouts, he worries that he's also hunting victims. Meanwhile, he hides all of this from his quirky new girlfriend Maya (Parish), who begins to suspect that something's up.
Everything about the film's opening act suggests intrigue and emotional confusion, from the darkly atmospheric camerawork to Kilberg's raw, engaging performance, which is tinged with grim wit. As he starts to suspect that he's a vampire, the film plays knowingly with cliches, injecting both comedy and freak-out moments along the way. Meanwhile, Kilberg and Parish develop a strong sense of chemistry that's far more believable than the way the script plots their relationship through a series of choppy romantic encounters.
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Former Marine and perpetual bad boy Tim Kearney (Paul Walker) has been asked to do just that. Serving a long prison sentence for all manner of illegal activities, Kearney is given conditional release if he's willing to impersonate the missing Bobby Z. DEA agent Tad Grusza (Laurence Fishburne) sets Kearney up for the exchange. Kearney looks enough like Bobby Z to pass muster, but the exchange goes to hell and Kearney is left to fend for himself. When he's captured and taken to Don Huerto's (Joaquim de Almeida) palatial Mexican estate, he meets Bobby Z's old flame Elizabeth (the striking Olivia Wilde) and her teenaged son, Kit, who just might be his (well, Bobby Z's) kid. Because Kearney isn't Bobby Z, and because he's far too brash and selfless, all sorts of trouble ensues.
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Writing a review of a stoner movie is an exercise in futility. I mean, quality isn't really an issue if you see "How High" in the, ummm, blunt condition the filmmakers have in mind, now is it?
There are laughs to be had in this screwball comedy about two ghetto ganja hounds (hip-hop artists Method Man and Redman) who accidentally ace their belated college entry exams and get into Harvard. How did they do it? After smoking some wicked weed grown in soil mixed with the ashes of a dead buddy, they're visited by the guy's ghost who gives them all the test answers. How he knows the stuff is, of course, never explained.
So these two dudes toke their way through freshman year, pulling "Animal House" pranks on the snooty Oreo dean (Obba Babatunde), copping booty from frat boys' babes and sorority virgins in argyle sweaters, and getting hookers for their geek dorm-mates, the Chinese wannabe gansta ("You East Coast, I Far East Coast!") and the pathetic whitebread frat pledge.
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