Bela Kiss: Prologue, 2013
Jede Legende fordert neues Blut
Not bad for a film, which invited such scathing opinions; Kiss is a tense film with 440 pounds of excess emotional baggage. The build up to mischief at Hotel Transylvania takes its sweet time in coming to play and terms with Nikolai‘s accent and horrendous dialogue delivery. The kills are subtle, yet impactful, shit goes nuts and all woozy in the third act when one of the guests is administered a certain paralyzing agent through tea, a hot cup of tea.
Kiss also goes the extra mile and explains to us that immortality is the only trait the hotel management and staff share with vampires, that and the blood I assume, since there was loads of it in this slasher, haunted hotel flick. The rest are mere fairy tales, says the butler to the victim.
With its enticing, true story allure/antiquity from 1914 to present-day and a jumbled, nonsensical plot, Bela Kiss entertains some with its no-show kills, mediocre to laughable acting, the back-story. Vision of the Avengers fame as a fucking serial killer, the home-coming of a twist, no-clue-title, and blood, gallons of blood, bath tubs full of blood.