Is there such a thing as a successful remake anymore? After seeing Fright Night, the answer is (surprisingly) a resounding "Yes." Craig Gillespie's shiny reimagining of the 1985 kitsch classic is very much its own movie, but like any good spawn, it doesn't forget where it came from.
The film's plot is not born of a novel concept. Las Vegas teenager, Charlie (Anton Yelchin), is doing just fine. He managed to shake his nerd image, he's got a hot girlfriend (Imogen Poots), and he even puts the de facto cool kids to shame on occasion. Life's pretty great, until he meets the neighbor: Jerry (Colin Farrell). People are disappearing and Charlie's old friend Ed (Christopher Mintz-Plasse) has a theory: Jerry's a vampire. Armed with only the vampirical evidence doled out by Criss Angel reincarnate, Peter Vincent (David Tennant), Charlie is forced to defend himself, his mother (Toni Collette), and his girlfriend from the silver, pointy clutches of Jerry the vampire's endless blood-lust. And a suspenseful, hilarious time ensues.
Fright Night is successful in large part because it keeps things simple. Charlie: good. Jerry: 16 shades of blood-curdling evil. Game, set, match. It's scary and gory, with a dash of humor - essentially a good old-fashioned, senseless horror flick with a glossy, big-budget cover. It's cleverly self-aware and expends great effort to lend a sense of quality to something that promises to be nothing more than a bloody slasher flick. But the bottom line is that it works.
And the cast is big part of that. Farrell's bloodsucker is the antidote our Twilight-riddled generation so desperately needs; this is what vampires are supposed to be. His twitchy, growling, yet somehow seductive vampire successfully strikes a precarious balance along the sexy-scary line, and while the role doesn't demand a great deal of Farrell's talent, he's fully committed to his psychotic, relentlessly violent character and the result is deliciously despicable.
As for our band of plucky good guys, Yelchin is perfectly adequate as our hero. He's likeable, he's trustworthy, and he holds his own amongst onscreen presences that threaten to drown him - Mintz-Plasse, Farrell, and Tennant are tough acts to outshine. Collette is generally wasted - anyone could play her part, but she does what she can with the material she's dealt. Poots really shines here; it's almost surprising that she's able to bring such much power to the typical girlfriend role, but she manages to make her character more than just a love interest. But of course, the one man who stands above the entire cast is Tennant, who's all but eliminated from the trailers for the film. The former Doctor Who star jumps into the mainstream as Peter Vincent, Las Vegas performer and vampire expert extraordinaire, and every minute he's onscreen is comedy gold. His timing, delivery, stature, and expressions are all pitch perfect. His performance alone is worth giving Fright Night two hours of your time.
Of course, Gillespie makes some very stark choices with the film. The dark scenes are almost too dark; it takes a few scenes to adjust to the lighting, much like being suddenly shut in a dark room. And while it's probably not great for anyone's ocular health, it really heightens the element of fear. Then there's the element of 3-D, which is thoroughly used throughout. At first, it borders on schlocky, but when the vampy action gets going everything from blood to holy water to fire comes bursting out of the screen and lends an enjoyable, but decidedly B-movie flair to the whole ordeal.
While the story wheels out of control, leans heavily on ridiculously convenient solutions, and generally has only two goals - fear and bloodshed - the film itself is so much fun, that those elements don't really matter. If you're looking for something to stimulate your intellect, run like hell from this movie, but if you want two hours of unadulterated, messy, creepy fun, look no further than Fright Night.
Hollywood.com rated this film 3 1/2 stars.