A long time ago – and I can hardly remember it.
There were vampires. They triumphed – supervened over the human race like an infection until, inevitably, Man re-emerged from the shadows to reclaim his inheritance. Like a delayed immune reaction. Or something.
An interesting premise, I thought (this whole concept of restructuring society to suit the needs of quasi-human organisms averse to sunlight and thirsting for blood). Unfortunately, we all know what Hollywood does to interesting premises.
Daybreakers turned out to be just another cliche-ridden vampire movie (albeit one coated with a thin veneer of style) and after listening to a brainstorming session between two characters in Pedro Almodovar’s Broken Embraces I began to realise how unoriginal the Vampire ascendancy idea was in the first place.
