I have not read a Twilight book as I saw youth audience on the cover and went to the bathroom to pour myself a Metumucil. I might have to read it because I like horror novels but I’m not all about tween romance. I want hot monkey sex romance. I know, sometimes I shouldn’t blog things that are on my mind.
We will see.
Slate has an article today, if you do dig vampires as I do, that is worth a look.
But the biggest reason for all the myth-busting has to do with creating a believable world. It may seem odd to explode the myth about crosses in one scene while positing that vampire blood is a sex drug in the next—neither myth is believable, taken alone. But stomping on old myths heightens the realism. It’s a way of acknowledging the silliness of most vampire stories while distancing yours from the rest. We know vampire tales are childish, it says. This one is not. That’s why you’ll always have a character saying he doesn’t believe in vampires—the filmmakers know that’s what you’re thinking, too. The myth-busting scene is therefore a necessary ritual. By rewriting the rules every time, you ask viewers to invest themselves in this story, not in the last vampire movie they saw.
There is something compelling about the vampire myth. Is it our fascination with immortality tied to blood. I think so. Alas, I don’t have Tru Blood so I’ll have to wait for that as well, but I do believe that with so much interest on these pesky bloodsuckers that you are going see additional marketing of this niche exploited.
I’m watching. It should be fun. And if you reread Dracula, it was about suppressed passion being unleashed.
Yeah, that’s where it gained attention even before that.