The Forsaken

A glossy, gory, half-heartedly hip attempt to remake The Lost Boys for the Coyote Ugly generation, The Forsaken is a vampire flick in which the vampires are little more than Gap models with faded tans. They don't have fangs, they don't have any supernatural powers to speak of, and they're too lazy even to kill with a good old-fashioned bite to the jugular, instead generally just shooting their prey and quaffing their fill of plasma from the bullet wound. What a bunch of slackers. When WB-spawn pretty boy Kerr Smith (Dawson's Creek) has a run-in with these apathetic bloodsuckers while driving through the Southwest, he gets "infected" (vampirism is akin to HIV in this particular movie's haphazard mythology) by a beautiful half-vampire girl he rescues (Izabella Miko) then joins forces with a scruffy young vampire hunter (Brendan Fehr, Roswell) to hunt down the nightwalker leader because if "we kill the source, we kill the strain." Highlights include puked-up blood, inexplicable explosions, naked breasts, plot padding, scenery chewing and glaring loose ends. Not recommended. (R. Blackwelder)