Promising young painter Dezzy (an indomitable Dora Madison) was clean and sober — until the day her agent freed her of his services. We spend half the running time watching as Dezzy celebrates the defeat by smoking, snorting, and ingesting anything she can get her hands on. That includes a new drug that turns its users into vampires —a minor side effect her dealer failed to mention. Once the powdered nostril enhancement kicks in — and Dezzy comes to terms with her sudden thirst for human blood — the rest of the film is consumed with watching her bite, suck, and shred castmates. Madison’s iron-willed performance causes such discomfort among viewers that a disclaimer asking patrons with “photosensitive epilepsy” to exercise caution seems redundant. Sadly, repetition, tripped up by inevitable Indie horror cliches, makes it hard to resist the temptation to pound a stake through the projection window glass. Joe Begos wrote and directed. Hopefully, George Wendt did this as a favor to one of his grandkids and not out of any desire to reconnect with audiences. (2019) — Scott Marks
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