This would have been a fantastic excercise in storytelling genius if someone, Producer, Writer, Director could have decided what story to tell & what the movie would be about. Without that clarity & commitment from the filmmakers, Da Sweet Blood ended up ... an everything but the kitchen sink ... indulgence.
This has happened to many a movie and so-called beloved filmmakers get to do this all the time.... eventually. Maybe it's a status symbol to get to make a movie about so many things all at once that it ends up being about nothing at all.
(Woody Allen's September. Steven Spielberg's 1941. Barbra Streisand's The Mirror Has Two Faces ... just to name 3.)
The difference between those & Da Sweet Blood is they each had at least one actor who found a way to have their skill & craft & excellence extoll redemptive value onto the entire film. No such acting in this cast except Rami Malek who didn't get to do much but was compelling somehow everytime he was on screen.
Black Vampires rooted in Afrocentric culture - fascinating. Religion versus daily life - fascinating. The rich versus the poor - fascinating. Quiet versus noise - fascinating. Death versus eternal life - fascinating. Hip hop as ultimate social commentary - fascinating.
However when the great Spike Lee & great Chiz Shultz put it all together we got far less than fascinating. A pretty boring, heavy handed ... I'm getting to do what I want because I am at that level ... snooze fest of a weak, albeit sometimes pretty & even stylish, lame movie remake.
I found myself more interested in redecorating the Martha Vineyard house & wondering who did such a good job keeping the grounds during the poorly executed, too long, bergmanesque attempted, 1-2 person scenes. Those curiosities are also known as your mind is wandering because the movie is not holding your attention with its non-action, action scenes. Even the gore wasn't gory.
Best scene was the final church scene & all the fervor over a single phrase. A brilliant observation about the desperation of the human spirit. The need for revelation. If you say anything with enough passion and pathos, repeat it enough times, especially in song, something will happen. This...however long it was scene...was better than the entire movie. Not for the scene itself, but for the masterful subtext & undercurrent it deliciously Communicated.
Nevertheless, every filmmaker should be indulged at least once this way in their career, as early as possible. We'd have more surprisingly great cinema to enjoy. Maybe. -rwj-