Underworld

I’d been circling it for days like a dog waiting to be let inside. 3 whole nights of scrolling past, whispering soon, soon, but i couldn’t because life had its grip on me and i was away, stuck staring at empty walls when all I wanted was neon blue shadows and gunfire. sometimes anticipation kills a movie, you know? you wait too long, build it into something untouchable and then it collapses the second it starts. but this one didn’t collapse. It exploded. it burned way past expectation, like it had been sitting there waiting for me specifically to hit play. And yeah, i felt Blade’s shadow all over it. those black coats, alleyway duels, that sense of gothic cool that doesn’t apologize for being cool. But blade was a pulse, something not necessarily perfected, this felt like an opera. slower maybe, colder, drenched in that deep azure glow like the whole world was underwater gasping for air. Not copying – conversing, answering back with fangs instead of swords. The first time Selene stepped into frame wasn’t a character introduction, it was an initiation, or an awakening, like I already knew her. was I supposed to take notes? I thought someone was teaching me how to walk, how to breathe. the rain on her coat, the sharpness of her eyes. Not costuming. Prophecy. Though i kept thinking — this isn’t about vampires and lycans (yeah I'm aware about the number of times this word was used), no, this is about how far a movie can stretch style until it becomes gospel. And maybe that’s why i’m buzzing. Kinda reminds me of when i first stumbled into cinema, the kind that leaves bruises on your memory, not because of what it’s about but because of how it makes you feel like you’re standing in another skin. I could feel my old self peeling away with every bullet, leap, or even snarl, like maybe this wasn’t a movie at all but a door. Yep, the door ajar from Teen Wolf. You got me. I'm a, what do I even call this? (I searched it up and it's basically supernatural beings or mythical humanoids, cool right?) So I'm a whatever this type of stuff is fan. Stylish supernatural shit. But style is substance. So when stuff like this seeps into you, you’re left asking why every film can’t look and sound like this. and I know it sounds crazy, but the blue stayed with me. i walked outside after, everything was the same, yet different, like my eyes had been recalibrated. streetlights humming, night sky dripping, i swear the world was tinted in Selene’s palette. Blade opened the coffin, sure, but this one buried me alive in it. Don't dig me up guys, I'm never gonna be done defending these pieces of fiction.