Two blood addicts seek safety and love from each other. They dine on their drink of choice from a clinic, until extra security shuts them down. Soon, they find that it might be easier to kill their victim as opposed to just being politically correct blood-suckers.
Finding Hemo is the wonderful story of a couple of blood addicted vampires… wait, no, it’s just Nemo
, but it is about a couple of blood addicted vampires. It feels similar to such “vampire” fare as Martin
, The Addiction
. Yet the vampire bit is really only a small part of it. These two are addicts fading into their own desperation and mistrust. Whether it is blood or heroin or some other issue, the need is really the nature of this tale. Yes, these two folks are killing people and drinking their blood, but they seem to have no aversion to sunlight and I didn’t see any fangs. They feed off blood by killing their victims in a number of ways, but generally no throat biting.
First off, I really dug the premise, kind of like Sid and Nancy
except they are bloodsuckers. And I also appreciated the style that writer/director Bob Freville
was going for. But the problem is that watching both Felicia and Calvin (Pamela Price
and Kevin Petroff
) going through the motions didn’t strike up much emotion from me, aside from possibly boredom. They sit around a dingy apartment and bitch and moan. They occasionally go out and bicker a little more. And then they come back to their humble abode. Occasionally they have sex, including a surprisingly graphic scene with a lot of blood and nudity. But neither character gave me any reason to really care. They start off boring and when the Shakespearean ending arrives, I couldn’t care less.
Bob shoots Hemo is a very dirty and unpolished way. Sometimes this works, but other times if feels like it was strewn together. If the story had a little more depth and didn’t try so hard to be “arty”, it might have made for a creepy little love story. I failed to see the attraction between the two leads. They lazily move through their blood soaked world and never really seem to connect to each other. He throws up a lot and she talks to some dude who looks to be a grim guardian angel or something like that. I didn’t mind playing with the vampire lore as they do, and not really calling it vampirism. I just couldn’t find myself connecting in any way. Yet if it had added just a layer of warmth, it may have been easier to care about the film’s two leads. This is a repetitive and slow moving film that aims for art house, yet fails to invoke the raw power it could have with a stronger script.
I wanted to like Hemo. I dug the idea of blood addiction, even if it has been done before. I also appreciated the grim realism that the filmmaker was going for. This could have been a film that shared some of the beauty of Drugstore Cowboy yet it never really rises past the two main characters just being depressed. This is one film I wouldn’t mind seeing a remake of with a slightly larger budget behind it and a better script.