There’s something to be said for a film that knows exactly what it is and fulfills its remit to the level best of its ability. A lack of pretention plus a command of craft can yield much better results than a big ambitious swing that misses. Which is not to discount ambitious failures — some of my favorite flicks are wild reach-for-the-stars misfires. It’s just that, a lot of the time and for a lot of the audience, a good story well told within their preferred genre is what’s gonna hit the spot on a Friday evening.
So, if you’re a horror fan, get onto Blood Red Sky, which just landed on Netflix. I have no fucking idea what’s going on with the middling reviews showing up on the critical aggregators — this movie is a blast. It’s Snakes on a Plane with vampires, for Christ’s sake — what’s not to love?
In detail, widowed mother Nadja (Peri Baumeister) and her young son Elias (Carl Anton Koch) are on a night flight from Germany to New York City. She’s suffering from some kind of disease — cancer, judging by her bare scalp — and is off to undergo treatment. He, dutiful boy, is handling most of the travel arrangements, including checking in at the airport. Things go awry when the plane is hijacked by a gang of Die Hard-style Eurotrash villains led by Australia’s own Dominic Purcell. One of them, the psychopathic Eightball (a wonderfully theatrical Alexander Scheer, who has a long career ahead of him playing this kind of bad guy, if he wants it), guns Nadja down. Which is a terrible mistake, as we quickly discover that Nadja is a vampire.