I watched this skillfully-directed but very badly-edited, film for the first – and last – time, last week.
What a difference five years made.
From baggy, meandering Lost Boys in 1987, to the tight-as-you-like production of Buffy The Vampire Slayer (starring Kristy Swanson as Buffy, and Donald Sutherland as her watcher), in 1992.
I’m still not sure whether I was supposed to take Lost Boys seriously, or if it was an attempt at schlock-horror, or even a stab at camp comedic send-up.
I don’t know.
I do know that I didn’t hate Lost Boys.
I didn’t even hate the film when IT BROKE THE VAMPIRE LAW, when it said you could become a vampire by just chugging a couple of mouthfuls of vampire blood from an old bottle, like you were some kind of down-on-your-luck blood-addicted wino from the wrong side of the tracks.
I didn’t even hate the film when the main motorbike scene had far too many implausible points for my brain to accept.
Lost Boys is just a mess of a film.
And it left me wondering what it could have been, if it had the courage of its convictions.
There is probably a great film in the script of Lost Boys waiting to get out.
But what I saw was more like a film of a script called Escape From Mediocrity.
Lost Boys film rating: Meh.