Just ask Edward Dalton (Ethan Hawke), a vampire hematologist with the global blood supplier Bromley Marks: His latest concoction, injected into the veins of a vampire volunteer, at first appears to work. But a few quickening pulse rates later and the guy's head is exploding in a monumental spray of ooze and slime. Needless to say, Edward's boss, Charles Bromley (Sam Neill, with pointy canines), is not pleased.
Shot in Australia by writing-and-directing twin brothers Michael and Peter Spierig, Daybreakers is not one of those Twilight riffs on suppressed passion with handsome young bloodsuckers as protagonists. The world of Daybreakers is dark and fascistic. The "subsiders" - vampires gone bad for lack of nourishment - are a pustular, zombielike menace.
But wait! There are still a few valiant humans out there, willing to fight the good fight. And Willem Dafoe, in '50s Fonzie couture, happily slinging cornpone commentary in a Southern accent, is one of them. He's Lionel "Elvis" Cormac, a car mechanic who has managed to survive the plague, and who rides around in a Trans Am with his comrade Audrey (Claudia Karvan, in a "get me a Famke Janssen" role). When Elvis and Audrey cross paths with Edward - a reluctant vampire, at best - the seeds of a rebel plot are sown. So, too, is a possible "cure" that could turn the undead back into healthy, sunlight-loving mortals - a cure that has something to do with large winery vats. (The Spierigs were probably downing large quantities of Aussie merlot during their script-writing sessions.)
While the characters are B-movie thin, the dialogue standard-issue, and the CG and matte effects only passable at best, it's undeniable fun to behold the likes of serious thespians Hawke and Dafoe slumming around in this cheeseball stuff.
Daybreakers could be viewed as a metaphor for some epic eco-disaster, or for a world where the thirst for oil has brought apocalyptic consequences, or where famine has turned people into raging mobs - but all that would necessitate taking the film far more seriously than Dafoe, for one, with his Southern-fried one-liners and rolled-up pant cuffs, seems to be doing.
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