HALLOWEEN SPECIAL: The Thompsons.

There are only a handful of films of vampiric plots that Russovoir is proud of. He has never seen genius story-making than them, deviating from cliche and circuitous love plots that is more predictable than the heart's daily, perennial pulse-cedure. Worst, a derivative of the million-dollar movie franchise The Twilight Saga. They have managed to think outside the box. The coming-of-age of a clueless bloodsucker in Midnight Son (2011), a civilized way of sucking in Daybreakers (2009), an aggressive cult of bloodsuckers in 30 Days of Night (2007), and a deal made with a demon to live forever in The Forsaken (2001).

Then as oddly as often, films shown in Britain (London FrightFest Film Festival, e.g.) always seem to find Russovoir, a sweet surrender to his taste. The Thompsons (2012) was bloody brilliant! Bee's Knees.

"I am nothing like you!"

A sequel to The Hamiltons (2006) of the same production company, The Butcher Brothers, The Thompsons stands alone with its plot regardless. The film was generous enough to recount the accounts of the Hamiltons turned Thompsons for ulterior purposes. Or-fanged children of the original, first generation vampires are wanderers, both finding their places in the world, and lost, longing for their parents' guidance. Each Thompson now is responsible for one another so that when their baby brother was shot - vampires are uniquely, closely human here; they bask in the sun - they cross oceans and oceans to seek help from existing, unfortunately in hiding vampires for a cure. What little knowledge they know about themselves seems harmless and just lapsed than the unreliable knowledge they know about other vampires.