One of my all time favorites.

just watch it!

Unshakable, witty and deeply felt, the film will be paying emotional dividends for a long, long time.

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

A lot of the comments written for this title are ridiculous. This is a documentary about vampyres, people that have chosen a certain way of live. Not a cheesy Buffy The Vampire Slayer episode. It's like comparing Starship Troopers to Bowling For Columbine. And it's obvious the point of the film has missed a lot of people by miles, which is a shame, because, despite of how they may dress or whatever they call themselves, with this film these people offer an exclusive look into a world full of valuable lessons for everyone. But prejudice and associating vampyres with all the wrong things will certainly blind you from them. But for those who are willing to watch this film objectively it can be very insightful!

What a sad bunch of people this "documentary" represents. They like to play dress ups, are into a bit of S&M. The occasional group leader is interviewed rambling on with a mishmash of spiritual/ new age justification for their play acting. Maybe they are a secret society because they are about as exciting as a bunch of Klingons at a Star Trek convention. Only interesting character was the French man, a genuinely sick criminal who's very short interview strangely highlighted just how shallow the rest of subjects were in this show.If you love the Vampire genre, both in books and film, give this a miss.

Meet Lestat and Count Dracula, oups pardon me, Lord Zillah and Rex Black… Beautifully shot by night, eerie music, Vampyres tells the story of a journalist who stumbles upon a vampiric clan and the investigation that follows. The openness of the vampyres in front of the camera is truly amazing and you understand quite quickly why this movie took few years to shot (I mean just to earn the trust of the so-called children of the night, it must have taken some time). You get to see a side of America not easily seen, another side of the fence where you'd better join a clan of vampyres to keep you off the road to jail. Yes, the blood scene is riveting, but this movie is not exclusively for the gore fan. You' ll keep thinking of this movie and asking yourself questions for days. Only criticism, I wish the movie lasted longer as I didn't want it to end.

If you want to catch up with every sad nerd who always carried 12 sided dice or spent their allowance on greasepaint at the the Hot Topic every week, this is the documentary you've been pining for. The premise is the narrator stumbled into the vampire underworld of New York City and then came back to document it with poor camera-work, ugly lighting and the most attention-hungry pack of the unscariest RPG-casualty vampires ever. Bouncing from such exciting locations as "sad vampire apartment" to "tattoo parlor" to "costume shop" and "cheesy dance club," the Narrator interviews these creatures of the night, who come in the full splendor of their fake contacts, pvc, chains and cosmetic fangs to gladly share the "reality" of being a "vampire." They all talk about why they wear fangs, and surprisingly all offer up the same boring explanation, which translates to: I'm scared of the world, I hope by spending a few hundred dollars on costumery, they will fear me. Let me pop that bubble, they won't, they'll be too busy laughing. And talk about condescending. Every "vampire" boasts about how they're superior to the rest of us "mundanes" who are content not looking like Marilyn Manson or performing rituals in parking lots to the spooky glow of klieg lights. But they're so BORING. They wander around in shambolic packs, they hang out in lousy dance clubs playing generic music and, for a society whose greatest gift is people not believing in them, they looove to talk about themselves and vampires and how they embrace "the darkness." Vampyres blows the lid off the myth of vampires being interesting at all. Just watch the scene with the guy growling like a dog who explains where the word 'Lycan' comes from. Close your eyes and you'll swear you're at the San Diego Comicon.The narrator doesn't seem to understand the presence of commas and periods indicate pauses and starts, and at one point claims Anne Rice's 'Interview with a Vampire' "turned literature around" and that vampires gave birth to black metal. And he talks about vampires like they're real, but he couldn't sound more bored about his subjects, even droning on as the credits start rolling. I question the veracity of this movie, mostly because it makes me a bit ashamed to claim the same species. But if you enjoy bad piercings, clumsy bondage scenes, people with severe parental issues and want something to push your impatience with humanity into outright misanthropy, then Vampyres is the film for you.