Director, Charlie Vaughn's Vampire Boys is possibly the worst movie you might ever see.
I mean that.
The acting is flat, and the story is laughable (cute twink comes to L.A. and is stalked by a 100 year old vampire king and his posse -- who all seem to own stock in Soloflex). These vampires can, and do, walk in the sun and all look like rejects from a washed up boy band.
|Pecs by Soloflex, Specs by Ray-Ban, Ironic crucifixes by chance|
Some stuff happens, a lot of stuff is inferred, the vampire king and twink kiss...then I dozed off.
Honestly, this piece of sun-dappled garbage makes David DeCoteau's work look like genius in comparison.
The only saving grace is that one vampire guy is pretty hot...the tall chrome dome one...
|check out that rack!|
...yeah, I liked that dude, Jess Allen, I look forward to seeing his talents eventually exposed via a lifetime exclusive contract at Falcon Studios.
If you really need to see this piece of tripe, you can check it out on Netflix streaming.
|vampires just want to have sun...err..fun|