A trashy vampire flick in art-film drag, Kiss of the Damned satisfies on neither level.
There's enough fang-sinking, tomato sauce and squelchy sound effects to keep us from feeling peckish.
Kiss reimagines its bloodsuckers as horny, supercilious Eurotrash with addiction issues, sucking the life blood from naive American thrill-seekers.
Love streams and bloodstreams messily cross in a steamy but clunky plunge into vampire lore, hipster-indie style.
Decadence and debauchery are equal parts death and creation in a cool little vampire movie that makes the "Twilight" franchise look like kid stuff.
| Original Score: B
Xan Cassavetes cops to nothing more significant than being more keen on Vampyros Lesbos than anyone else from her clan of famous cinephiles.
| Original Score: 2/4
Xan Cassavetes attempts to bring sexy back to the true vampire horror genre, but a story as bland as Djuna's pale skin detracts from Kiss Of The Damned's physical beauty.
| Original Score: 6/10
Quiet but interesting, clever enough to make horror fans happy, and sexy in a way that only a good indie vampire movie can be.
Crazy. Kinky. Cool.
| Original Score: 8/10
For those adventurous enough to go along with it, the movie weaves an intoxicating spell, one that is...rarely seen outside of shopworn VHS tapes of old European horror movies. It's not perfect...but is perfectly odd.