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I never misfiled ANYTHING. Not ever, not ONE TIME.” Back in 1989, the world wasn’t quite ready for something as strange and curious as Vampire’s Kiss — and, almost 23 years later, not much has changed. A film so balls-out crazy that you have to watch it just to say you did, Vampire’s Kiss stars Nicolas Cage as a New York publishing agent whose latest one-night-stand might very well be a vampire (Jennifer Beals); convinced that he’s now becoming a vampire himself, he proceeds to eat a live cockroach (for real — go, Nic!), terrorize his secretary (Maria Conchita Alonso), wear plastic vampire teeth, devour a pigeon and eventually murder a club girl, all with a bizarre accent that’s part-British, part-New York, all insane. What of all this is reality, and what is fantasy? We guarantee that the only person who knows the answer to that question is Nicolas Cage himself — and he’ll never tell. Cage brought the weird in Kiss of Death, The Wicker Man and The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call – New Orleans, but they’re the most normal performances in the world compared to what he brings to the table (and the homemade coffin) here. Really, watch this as soon as you can, as it won’t be on Netflix for long; if nothing else, you’ll wonder how a movie like this managed to actually get made — and how it would never, ever be made today.
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