Ask the average person on the street what an atypical vampire is and they’ll probably go through the usual criteria: Suave; amoral; sexy with a hint of danger and, god help us, they may even say they sparkle. (Yes, I know, Twilight was six years ago. No, I will not get over it) Well, allow Summer of Blood to shatter a few people’s preconceived notions.
Erik, played by Onur Tukel (Richard’s Wedding), is the shallowest of all shallow human beings living in New York. He’s not mean or malicious, but he’s not someone you’d want to get trapped in a lift with; taking to inane monologues like the rest of us take to breathing. He’s a member of generation X, trying to slum it with the millennials. He celebrates his Turkish heritage by using it as an excuse for why he can’t do things, like cooking once in a while for his girlfriend.
Somewhat oversexed, he freely admits that his idea of discipline is managing to not watch porn for three weeks. Such is his ineptness that when he’s faced with someone bleeding profusely from the throat at the start of the film, he asks them to use sign language to tell him what kind of assistance they require. This is not a man who deserves the adequate job he’s got, let alone the gift of immortality. However, that gift is indeed given when a chance meeting with a vampire leads to Erik transforming into nosferatu. An exceedingly hairier version anyway!
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My name is John Noonan. I’m a freelance writer that specialises in arts and entertainment. From genre flicks to chick flicks, I love the stuff. So much so, I started a film review blog at earlybirdfilm.wordpress.com. I also contribute to online and hard copy press, including FilmInk magazine.
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