The Vourdalak

... Delightfully skewed. The movie puts the dead in deadpan.

A delirious and oddly agreeable stopover.

Flippant humor slowly gives way to an unavoidable onslaught of anxiety that overwhelmed my senses, leading to haunting final images I will uncomfortably savor for quite some time.

Everything about the film manages to be forward-thinking and old-school at the same time, giving the genre a bite in the neck it might not have wanted but certainly needed.

A proudly old-fashioned Gothic fable with grain and grit, the delectable “Vourdalak” is swift to announce in its early moments that we are in the hands of a skillful stylist.

Surrender to its vintage vibe and its emotional kick may surprise you.

The Vourdalak is a quirky, slightly bizarre, Gothic comedy. The artistic exploration of Gothic horror makes this film a splendid and strange surprise.

Sparse, tense, and claustrophobic, if you can get past the spooky puppet, The Vourdalak is a solid addition to cinema’s eternally bulging vampire canon.

This story is pulled from oral myths and superstition where the undead walk in the daylight, and the signs of sickness aren’t silver and mirrors, but saliva and shadows.

Adds to an already strong year for horror with creative visuals and an ominous sense of gloom that nearly rivals that of Longlegs.