Now, since Charley doesn't believe in vampires any more, he and his new girlfriend go to visit Peter Vincent who is a burnt-out shell of a human being that KNOWS that the forces of darkness are out to murder us all in the face. Charlie and Alex feel bad for poor Peter but on their way out, Charley sees four coffins being taken out to a car and four rather odd individuals stepping into an elevator. Like any college boy, his penis yanks him firmly in the direction of the one woman in the ranks who's all mocha-skinned and exotic-looking. Her name is Regine.
|Full-on 80's hair, all of them.|
|And, seriously, I can hear the hairspray cracking from 25 years in the future.|
Charley, in the meantime, is having dreams about Regina biting him and his shrink tells him that occasional reversion is perfectly natural and recommends a hobby like bowling to take his mind off of things. Of course, this only lasts as long as Charley doesn't see Regine so when he DOES, he stalks after her, climbing a fire escape and seeing his friend get munched on by Regine and Belle. Charley, naturally, runs off to find Peter and the both of them crash Regine's party where they find his buddy unharmed and Regine slinks her way further into Charley's horny-monkey brain.
|Large rack. Check. 80's leather bustier. Check. Psychic powers. Check.|
Peter, stopping by the next morning, tries to warn him but Charley's in denial again. Peter washes his hands of the situation and goes home to pack. Charley, though, begins to show signs of conversion. Aversion to sunlight, sensitivity to garlic... you know. Allergies. He then catches a news report that snaps him out of denial again. His buddy is dead. He tries to find Peter but he's gone.
|Best date EVER!|
Charley and Alex get bailed out by Regine and Charley's shrink respecitvely. The shrink is now a vampire and tries to get a bite of co-ed. Alex incapacitates him and assumes his identity to break out Peter. Charley, though, is under the thrall of Regine. Belle, Bozworth (Regine's Renfield. He eats bugs but only after identifying them. I think he's OCD.) and Louie all get appropriate deaths and the final confrontation begins.
|Lee Press-on Nails are no one's friend...|
I still think this was good film making, though and that this didn't get nearly as much press as it should have. I know people that didn't know there WAS a sequel to Fright Night and it's always a pleasure to introduce them to it. Yes, it's silly but it's fun.
Just remember. You're supposed to bite her on the neck.