Review Date: March 22, 2002
Director: Guillermo Del Toro
Writer: David S. Goyer
Producers: Michael DeLuca, Wesley Snipes, Peter Frankfurt
This movie is packed with style, jammed with mood and doesn't let up until the final frame. It presents a very basic story (vampires recruit Blade to kill uber-vampires) and gives us just enough juice between action scenes (and boy, are there a lot of action scenes or what?) to satisfy the basic narrative. Granted, no one is going to win "Best Screenplay" honors for this puppy, but this movie ain't about that anyway. I never understood how some critics will lambaste a film for things that it never set out to do in the first place. This movie is obviously trying to give the audience a visual and action feast, and in that, it delivers like nobody's business. There are also a few interesting characters, in Perlman and the hottie who throws a few heart-strings via our main man B (Leonor Varela). The way in which the really, really bad vampires munch down on their victims is also extremely disgusting and memorable. The autopsy scene alone almost had me puking out my own guts. So yeah, if you're queasy at the sight of a spider in your bathroom, watching ultra-vampires chomp through their victims by the boatload, probably ain't for you. Snipes, once again, plays the monosyllabic lead to a tee and continues to impress with his thrilling fighting skills (my favorites were his last one versus Nomak and the one in which he fought those nifty ninja-type vampires, near the beginning of the film-actually, most of the fight scenes were kick arse!) Anyway, the bottom line with this movie is that it's made for a specific type of audience, those who love to watch people kickin' ass, vampires crunching through human beings and lots of dark, icky, smelly, messy, frenetic elements all around.
BLADE 2 delivers the goods, gives us many memorable moments (I loved when Blade bodyslammed one of the baddies near the end or his first scene up against Perlman-classic!) and doesn't let up until you're punching the poor bastard that's stuck in the seat next to you to a bloody pulp. See it with a friend.