"Plot Holes" is an occasional column about logical inconsistencies in movies.
What happens to a vampire in the daylight? Does he explode into flame, as in John Carpenter's Vampires? Turn into a Pompeii-like ash sculpture, as in Interview With the Vampire? Feel a little short of energy, as in Bram Stoker's Dracula? Or merely require the use of a good sunblock, as in Blade?
Behaviorally speaking, vampires are all over the place. Not only do they differ morphologically from movie to movie, but they behave with stunning inconsistency even within their own films. Why, for instance, would a vampire who can hover a good 20 feet above the pavement have to scramble frantically over a chain-link fence when being chased by Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Why can't the Master Vampire in John Carpenter's Vampires, a creature who has repeatedly demonstrated his ability to disembowel and decapitate humans with a single swipe of his hand, manage to do anything more deadly to James Woods during their final epochal confrontation than just cuff him around?
The vampire is a species of the undead. Like any other species, it should manifest a certain behavioral logic that moviegoers can rely upon. What if I wanted to make a movie about, say, bears? And what if I found it more "interesting" creatively if the bears in my movie had fish scales instead of fur? Would audiences placidly accept such a frivolous reordering of nature? I think not! Yet when it comes to vampires, filmmakers feel free to reinvent the rules with every picture.
This has become such a problem in our society that I hereby propose a Uniform Code of Vampire Standards and Practices. In my opinion, there are four major areas that are in need of immediate clarification.
1.Mortality and Mortification. Vampires, declares Kris Kristofferson in Blade, are "hard to kill. They tend to regenerate." Fair enough, but it's past time for a meeting of the minds on this crucial issue. How, exactly, do you kill a vampire? It was easy enough back in 1922, the year of F.W. Murnau's silent classic Nosferatu. If a woman "pure in heart" manages to keep the vampire by her side all night until "after the cock has crowed," he is guaranteed to suffer what looks like a massive coronary and disappear in a puff of smoke. In the 1931 Dracula, however, which like Nosferatu is based on Bram Stoker's novel, Bela Lugosi has to be impaled through the heart in his coffin, whereupon he emits a strange little disappointed groan that remains a benchmark of decorum when compared with the hissing and writhing deaths of modern screen vampires.
In Interview With the Vampire, Tom Cruise informs us that the stake-to-the-heart method is "nonsense." Later he suffers a slit throat, is eaten by an alligator, and then what is left of his body is consumed in a fire. But only a few centuries later he bounces right back. In Buffy, vampires are much easier to dispatch: A simple wooden stake will do it after all--or, in an emergency, a broken guitar neck. In the 1992 Francis Ford Coppola version of Bram Stoker's Dracula, Dracula dies when he is impaled by a bowie knife wielded by an improbable London-based cowboy. But Anthony Hopkins, playing the film's mad vampire hunter, seems to put more store in chopping off heads than impaling hearts. In John Carpenter's Vampires, a vampire can't get real dead unless he is dragged out into the sunlight, though he can be considerably slowed down if his heart is pierced by a crossbow bolt or a giant crucifix. The vampires in Blade, however, can walk around in the daytime if they have prudent ultraviolet protection, but disintegrate on the spot when they are hit in either the head or the heart with a hollow-pointed bullet filled with garlic. (Blade, by the way, is one of the only contemporary vampire movies that bothers to regard garlic as a serious deterrent. In Blade, garlic is as dangerous a substance to a vampire as bad seviche is to a human: It induces instant anaphylactic shock.)
Proposed Standard: crucifixes and garlic to be regarded as nonlethal irritants. Vampire death to be assured by penetration of heart muscle by any foreign object or by prolonged exposure to sunlight. Decapitation alone not sufficient to secure desired death effect. A deceased vampire should not explode, disintegrate, burst, morph, or molder but should serenely resume countenance pertaining at the time of its transmogrification. (See No. 2, below.)
2. Transmogrification. We face no more challenging issue than the mechanics of "turning," i.e., becoming a vampire. In less sophisticated movies, everybody who is bitten by a vampire turns into one, usually after an unspecified incubation period. The artsier the film, the more elaborate the distinction between the merely dead and the truly undead. To the degree I could follow the tortuous logic of Interview With the Vampire, it seemed to be that the average victim dies a straightforward bloodsucking death. But every millennium or so a vampire meets that special someone. In order to "turn" this person, it is necessary for the vampire to drain the victim's tank and top it off at the crucial moment with a quart or so of his own blood, whereupon the thirsty recipient becomes a "new-born vampire weeping at the beauty of the night." In Bram Stoker's Dracula, by contrast, the new recruit must also drink the vampire's blood, but the transformation is far pokier, requiring weeks and weeks, and if the vampire happens to get stuck with a bowie knife before the process is completed, it immediately goes into reverse. Blade, like several other AIDS-conscious vampire movies, treats vampirism as an infectious blood disease. "Look at the polys," a beautiful young hematologist says to her colleague as she's performing an autopsy on a vampire cadaver, "they're binucleated!"
Proposed Standard: Vampirization to be contingent upon total extraction of victim's own blood and its subsequent replacement by blood of donor vampire. If more than 24 hours occur between initial suckage and revivification, victim no longer qualifies for living death designation and will be considered conventionally deceased.
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