One of the better vampire flicks to come along in quite awhile, The V Word is the tale of two friends who sneak into a funeral home to get a peak at a dead bodyand get more than they bargained for.
After a quick introduction to our jaded heroes, we are thrust into the creepy funeral home. The entire sequence is one of the best-paced and most expertly crafted bits of film I’ve seen in a good long while. The suspense builds slowly without being dull. One of the characters sums it up perfectly: “in one of our games, this would be the boring part”. He’s right: it’s the boring setup for the film and you’re still on the edge of your seat. A casket that may or may not have been open before, music coming from upstairs somewhere and no sign of the cousin who works there at night – even the lighting and camera work are living, visceral parts of the suspense. The reveal is just as chilling and the homage to the classics like Nosferatu when Michael Ironside makes his otherwordly presence known left me thinking that they could have wrapped the entire hour into him stalking his two victims through the mortuary.
The movie falters a bit with the aftermath but I wasn’t as disappointed with it as I often am. There’s the struggle to maintain humanity that always seeps into modern vampire flicks, but playing one friend off of the other worked brilliantly.
This one truly earned its place amongst the Masters of Horror series.