Vampire's Kiss

[Juggles] satire, goofball comedy, and unexpected human tragedy with an assurance that is as impressive as it is intentionally discombobulating.

Think of Vampire’s Kiss as the screwy, punk flipside of American Psycho.

Problem is that Cage's over-the-top performance generates little sympathy for the character, so it's tough to be interested in him as his personality disorder worsens.

What really makes this worth seeing is Cage's outrageously unbridled performance.

Bierman's striking first feature leaves one trembling between corrosive laughter, edgy terror, and a residual sadness at Loew's pitiful plight.

The film is dominated and destroyed by Mr. Cage's chaotic, self-indulgent performance.

One can’t help but be interested in Cage’s performance the same way one’s attention is drawn to a car accident on the freeway, but the movie would have been better served with a drastically different approach to the character.

Cage makes more choices than E-40, all of them “Yup,” and the result is a feature-length supercut of classic Cage freakouts.

The 1988 cult classic may feature Cage’s most unhinged performance, which is obviously saying something.

Just by watching it one fears having remotely acquired pernicious anemia. [Full review in Spanish]