The twin-brother team of Peter and Michael Spierig had the privilege of directing the last film to flicker on the grand screen of Toronto’s late, lamented Uptown Theatre. Their debut film, Undead,was a hit when it played that solemn occasion for Midnight Madness 2003 (what more fitting way to say goodbye than with rampaging zombies from down under?), and we are honoured to have them back with their second film, Daybreakers.
In the year 2019, a plague has transformed the majority of the world’s population into vampires. These vamps aren’t romanticized gothic heartthrobs who sulk in the dusk, but omnipotent overlords, ruling the earth’s economy and social strata with an iron fist. Humankind teeters on the brink of extinction, in danger of being either turned into vampires or captured and farmed for their precious blood, sold at premium prices. Without a steady diet of fresh human blood, starved vampires feed on one another and regress into terrifying feral beasts. As demand outstrips the supply of plasma, attempts to find a substitute before time runs out have been failures. If humanity dies from the vampires’ bloodlust, the dominant race will become savage animals.
The story comes to life with the help of a strong cast, including Ethan Hawke (Training Day) as a conflicted vampire and researcher racing against the clock to develop the blood replacement, Sam Neill (Jurassic Park) as a capitalistic blood baron and Willem Dafoe (Antichrist) as Elvis, the crossbow-toting rogue leader of a band of survivors.
The Spierigs have succeeded in creating an utterly credible sci-fi horror environment and tone of panic. It’s a cold neo-noir world painted in shades of grey with broad splatters of crimson, where vampire politicians debate on television about the blood problem, a high-tech army in sun-shielded SUVs hunts humans, and fanged civilians riot in the streets for blood. As one of Daybreakers’ vamps laments, “Life’s a bitch – and then you don’t die.” —TIFF
