Tales from the Crypt: Bordello of Blood

Coming down off the high of last night's movie, I needed something a little lighter (dumber)- Tales from The Crypt: Bordello of Blood was exactly what I needed.

Vampires in a brothel. It's like a smarter, classier version of Beverly Hills Vamp.

There's a phrase I didn't ever think I'd type.

Here's another: Corey Feldman isn't too bad in this one. He's the McGuffin victim that starts the story- he's a badboy and his church secretary sister hires Dennis Miller (back when he was an actor and not a pundit) to find him.

The trail leads to a funeral home where - I love Hollywood- vampire prostitutes are working out of, diverting the funds from the business to the ministry the sister works for, run by Chris Sarandon playing a delightfully sleazy minister.

It's a hodgepodge of stuff from other movies- Beverly Hills Vamp, Vamp, and supersoakers filled with holy water from Lost Boys. But it works, because within the context of Tales from the Crypt, it isn't something you take too seriously.

I think the only thing this movie needed was popcorn.