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ONLINE EDITOR'S NOTE: THIS FILM FEATURES GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. THIS REVIEW REFERENCES THAT CONTENT AND IS NOT APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN.
Welcome to the world of the night, a place
of shadows and secrecy where creatures from
legends freely roam, shunning the light and
seeking warm-blooded prey. This is the world
of vampires. It is also the world of Blade, the
half-human, half-vampire who has dedicated
his life to hunting the undead. The first movie
chronicled his attempt to bring down a
vampire named Deacon Frost with the help of
a widower-turned-vigilante named Whistler.
Frost sought to resurrect the blood god La
Magra and annihilate the human race; his
defeat came at a heavy price. Whistler was
captured, tortured and thought dead. But in
Blade II we learn that Whistler has
actually been infected with the vampire virus.
Spread by saliva, vampires use the virus to
add to their ranks. The change proves to be a
blessing wrapped in a curse. While the
resultant genetic aberrations bestow strength,
agility and eternal "life," they also bring deadly
allergies to garlic, silver, sunlight and a
constant craving for blood (dubbed The
Thirst).
Determined to save his friend, Blade (who
shares all of the vampires’ strengths and
none of their weaknesses) soon learns that a
greater threat exists. A new strain of virus has
created a vicious race called Reapers.
Though animalistic and deformed, Reapers
possess greater abilities than normal
vampires. They’re immune to silver and
garlic. They can heal broken bones in
seconds. Their bifurcated jaws allow them to
quickly and gruesomely drain their victims.
And The Thirst rages in them like a
crackhead’s craving, causing them to spread
the infection at a lightning pace. Blade,
Whistler and a stoner inventor named Scud
suddenly find themselves in an uneasy
alliance with the vampire nation and its ruler
Damaskinos as they seek to eradicate the
Reaper threat and the first infectee, Jared
Nomak. Their only help is Damaskinos’
daughter Nyssa, his guard Reinhardt and an
elite band of vampire soldiers (named the
Bloodpack) initially created to hunt Blade
himself.
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positive elements: Blade refuses to
leave Whistler in the vampires’ clutches,
risking his life to save the old man and rid him
of the virus. And when Blade’s life is in
jeopardy, Whistler returns the favor. Even
though Blade has dedicated his life to killing
vampires, Nyssa comes to admire him as
brave and honorable. [Spoiler Warning] She is
also repulsed by her father’s ruthlessness
and deceit when she learns he genetically
engineered the Reapers in order to create a
super vampire race, using his own son Jared
as the first test subject.
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spiritual content: When questioned
about the morality of his plot, Damaskinos
rhetorically asks, "Who do you think God really
favors in the web? The spider or the fly?"
Nyssa asks Blade why he hunts vampires and
he responds, "It’s fate. It’s in my blood."
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sexual content: Drinking blood is
more than just nutrition for vampires; it has a
sexual aspect as well. Scud says he first met
Blade after the hunter saved his life from a
ménage á trois involving two vampire vixens
(he proceeds to lift his shirt, exposing a thick
webwork of scars). In a safe-house/rave club
named the House of Pain, vampires slit each
others’ tongues with razor blades before
french kissing. They also probe an exposed
spinal column and drink with relish from a
filleted wrist. One vampire frequents a strip
club and an X-rated video store. Several
scanty outfits get screen time.
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violent content: It would take page
after page to chronicle the myriad ways
humans, vampires and Reapers are diced,
torched, bludgeoned, impaled, shot, crushed,
mutilated, beheaded, tortured, beaten,
electrocuted and mauled. "Constant
bloodletting and torment" barely scratches the
surface.
In the first scene, Jared is discovered by
vampires at a blood bank, strapped in a
padded chair and prepared to have his blood
drained by a needle-studded glove
reminiscent of The Nightmare on Elm
Street. He breaks free, grabs his nearest
captor and fastens his fangs into her neck,
spraying the walls with thick gouts of her
blood. That sets the mood for the rest of the
film. A frenetic industrial and hip-hop
soundtrack provides the backbeat for Blade
slicing his vampire victims with his silver
sword, blasting them with a menagerie of
pistols and attacking with slow motion,
choreographed martial arts savagery. They
shriek in agony and dissolve whenever
exposed to silver, garlic or sunlight (the body
count quickly reaches Saving Private
Ryan proportions). Since Reapers cannot
be killed except by sunlight, filmgoers
repeatedly see them chopped, bashed and
blasted, only to have their wounds heal for
another graphic pummeling. Time and again,
Jared and other Reapers messily feed on
their prey, the camera lingering on the
agonized expressions of their victims.
Sadistic and brutal torture proves a useful tool
for Blade, the Bloodpack, Damaskinos and
the Reapers, blurring the line between the
"good" guys and the bad guys.
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crude or profane language: The
f-word gets a hearty workout with over 25
uses. Around 50 profanities surface in total,
along with a handful of crude and vulgar
sexual expressions.
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drug and alcohol content: A vampire
guard snorts blood-laced cocaine. Before his
untimely demise, a drug dealer offers Jared
"Hawaiian Ice" and "Horse." In the House of
Pain, vampires drink shots of blood. Scud
rarely appears on screen without a joint in his
mouth. When he offers a toke to Blade, the
hunter responds, "Later."
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conclusion: If the first Blade
movie hadn’t come out before The
Matrix, it would have been accused of
cloning its slick, slo-mo, techno-ed action and
adding its own gothic reality and buckets of
blood. The sequel has only amped up those
elements. More intricately choreographed
martial arts battles. More extreme close-ups
on exotic weapons designed to put maximum
hurt on the undead. And more gory, gory
horror. Like The Matrix, Blade II
tells teens that elegantly shot violence is
beautiful, but it goes a step farther. Director
del Toro wants them to leave thinking that slit
wrists, spurting arteries and gothic grime are
lovely as well.
"[Del Toro] was weaned on comic books,
as was I," said screenwriter David Goyer. It
shows. Blade II keeps plot coherence,
smart dialogue and character development to
an absolute minimum. Its real loves are
blazing bullets, breaking bones and steaming
blood. While purchasing my ticket I watched a
boy who couldn’t have been older than sixteen
attempt to sneak into the film, only to be
thwarted by a vigilant theater employee.
Parents should do some thwarting of their
own. Don’t let Blade II suck your sense
of revulsion dry.
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