Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter
September 29, 2006 Leave a comment
It’s so much easier to pan a bad film than it is to explore the subtle complexities of a good one. This is going to be an easy review, as the best thing about Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter is its name.
I’m aware it’s an indie film, so the inept cinematography and poor lighting gets something of a pass. Something must be mentioned about the sound, though. For a start, the audio and visual were badly unsynchronized, which might be the fault of the DVD producers. But more damningly, sound didn’t seem to come from anywhere in particular. It’s like every performer had a throat mike instead of a boom mike for each scene, so everyone’s voice is sort of isolated.
The real problem though, is not technical, but structural. On a project like this you must embrace the madness to an extent the oh-so-serious writers of this film seemed unwilling to do. Vampires targetting lesbians motivate the Church to mobilize Jesus to fight them? That is insane and it would be the great premise for a pretty damn zany movie. JCVH is not zany. The character of Jesus is a representative example: the first thing he does is get a haircut. Then after fighting atheists, he gets a wardrobe change. At no time does he produce loaves and fishes or walk on water or change water to wine, or, basically, do anything particularly Christlike. Except for guys calling him “Christ” all the time, there’s nothing to differentiate him from any other asshole with blue jeans, a buzz-cut, and wooden stakes. Compare to Dogma, which embraced the supreme ridiculousness of angels and demons and muses and apostles in a modern context. So JCVH loses it tonally, and I’m not sure how, exactly: didn’t the filmmakers know they wanted an absurd movie? Why’d they hedge so badly? Maybe they didn’t trust their actors to be wacky. I sure wouldn’t, given how woodenly they deliver the lines they actually had.
There’s plenty more roasting to be done, but I think my point’s made. You can save yourself 90 minutes and some pain by just chuckling at the title and moving on. Go rent Ninja Cheerleaders or something. It’s bad, but at least you can tell the film-makers are having a good time.