Summer of Blood

Total auteur cinema, in the best, non-pretentious way possible. This is a film that never takes itself too seriously, yet throws down on some serious themes and ideas. A schlub who can't catch a break suddenly turns vampiric and kinda cool. Kinda. Not just Onur's performance, but every character, even the minors, are totally on it. They bounce off each other effortlessly. I'm normally bugged by neurotic characters, as they usually feel forced and rehearsed. Not Onur. His rhythms and surprisingly-apt observations come effortlessly, like he's abandoned the script for what he feels is true to the moment. It's honest to the core. Self-depricating and rude and hilarious. And there's blood and sex and internet dating. It's rough around the edges in the right ways. I have no idea how it was pulled off, but what feels like a colossal mess of ideas comes together so cohesively. It just clicks. It moves forward and doesn't really care if you can keep up. It may be the first film of the year that I really love.

And really, we're all afraid of becoming Michael Douglas.