You get me drunk, I'll do anything.

Meh.

I don't even want to write this review. This is still part of the catch-up reviews that I'm writing, and this review is supposed to be about last year's Fright Night. This just isn't exactly fair. Here's why:
I hate vampires.
I hate vampires.
I hate vampires.
I don't really exactly like Colin Farrel either.
HUZZAH!

• "What are you working on?" "...Porn." "Good. I thought it was something creepy."
• Exploding strippers.
• Watching Colin Farrel('s character) die. Multiple times.

UGGGHHH!

• Vincent Price + Chris Angel = Peter Vincent? Worst character ever.
• Everyone reacts to things (things being exploding houses, dirt bikes being thrown through the back window of a vehicle, and death) the same way I react to finding out broccoli is back in season. "Oh my god, broccoli! I haven't had this in months!" And then I just get granola because I'm kind of a hippie. I was pretty tempted to put this under the HUZZAHs.
• St. Michael's stake was a little...cheap?