Neil Jordan’s Byzantium may well be stylish and moody — so moody, in fact, I wanted to send it to its bedroom with the instruction it could only come down again when less sulky — and Gemma Arterton and Saoirse Ronan may well be fine actresses, but yet another vampire film? Really? True, it plays with the tropes a little. There’s a mother and daughter twist. There are no pointy teeth, just pointy thumbnails. But that thing vampires do, after they’ve sucked human blood and then look up, with blood-smeared lips and chin? That’s here, plentifully, and it always makes me wonder why vampires have such bad table manners. Weren’t they taught any, while growing up? Seriously, I’ve seen toddlers who have only just learnt to feed themselves master a pot of Petits Filous with less mess. In fact, if vampires spent as much time concentrating on eating nicely as they did on being undead, I might even take to them more.
Deborah Ross
Gemma Arterton’s new vampire flick, Byzantium, is melancholia at its most trying
issue 01 June 2013
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