Vamp earns its 5.5 as a stylish, uneven eighties horror comedy that’s worth seeing almost entirely for one unforgettable element, Grace Jones as a vampire stripper who never speaks a word and dominates every frame she occupies. The film around her is a slight, familiar college-comedy-meets-horror affair, two frat pledges venturing into a seedy strip club to hire a dancer and discovering the place is run by vampires.
It’s minor and dated and not especially good, but it’s a strong visual sensibility, a genuine cult charm, and a Grace Jones performance so magnetic that it lifts the film into something memorable.
This is a film whose reputation rests on style and on its singular central presence instead of on quality of story. Judged as a complete film it’s mediocre. Judged as a delivery system for Grace Jones and a neon-soaked eighties aesthetic, it’s real, if limited, appeal.
Grace Jones as the Vampire
Grace Jones plays Katrina, the vampire queen who rules the strip club, and her performance is the reason the film endures. Jones, already an icon of art-pop strangeness, brings an otherworldly physical presence to the role, and the film’s smartest decision is to give her no dialogue at all. She communicates entirely through movement, posture, and predatory stillness, and the silence makes her more alien and more threatening. She’s less a character than a force, a being of pure exotic menace.
Her centerpiece is an extended performance art striptease, choreographed and costumed in elaborate body paint and wire sculpture, that’s mesmerizing and unlike anything else in vampire cinema. Jones turns the dance into something ritualistic and threatening instead of merely titillating, a display of power. The sequence is the film’s high point and a perfect use of her unique persona. Whenever Jones is on screen the film comes alive, and whenever she’s absent it deflates. That tells you exactly where its value lies.
The Neon Style
The film’s other real asset is its look. Director Richard Wenk shoots the seedy underworld of the strip club and the surrounding streets in a strong palette of saturated neon, lurid pinks and greens and purples that give the film a distinctive eighties comic-book quality. The cinematography is accomplished, using color and light to create a heightened, unreal nightscape that’s more interesting than the story unfolding within it.
This visual flair lends the film a cult appeal beyond its modest content. The neon aesthetic, the elaborate vampire makeup, and the stylized club setting create a world that’s fun to look at even when the plot is going nowhere. Wenk clearly had a strong visual sensibility and a limited script, and the film coasts on the former while the latter lets it down. The style is the substance here, and while that’s a thin foundation, it’s enough to give the film a memorable surface and a lasting niche following.
The Weak Film Around It
Once you set aside Grace Jones and the neon, the film is thin. The central story of the two college pledges is generic and the characters are forgettable, standard eighties comedy types going through familiar motions. The comedy is broad and frequently falls flat, the horror is mild, and the film’s attempts to balance the two tones are clumsy. Long stretches without Jones sag badly, and the film struggles to fill its runtime with anything absorbing.
The film also suffers from a fundamental slightness. There’s no real theme, no ambition beyond delivering some laughs, some neon, and some Grace Jones, and even on those modest terms it only intermittently succeeds. It’s the kind of minor eighties genre film that’s survived almost entirely on the strength of one element, a cult object more than a good movie. Fans of eighties horror comedy and Grace Jones will find enough to enjoy. Anyone else will find a forgettable film with a few strong parts.
Is Vamp worth watching?
Vamp earns its 5.5 as a slight, stylish eighties horror comedy redeemed almost entirely by Grace Jones’s mesmerizing, wordless performance as a vampire stripper and by a strong neon visual sensibility. Jones is unforgettable, her body-paint striptease a high point of cult cinema, and the film’s saturated comic-book aesthetic gives it a memorable surface. It loses real points for a thin, generic story, forgettable characters, flat comedy, and long stretches that sag whenever its star is absent.
A minor cult film worth seeing for one magnetic presence and a great look, with little else underneath.
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