(In theaters, April 2001) Once in a while, it’s just good enough to hang back and enjoy a good old-fashioned B-grade horror film. In The Forsaken‘s case, not thirty seconds passes before we’re treated to the sight of a naked woman graphically showering off blood from her body. Say no more, make no excuses; this film is a throwback to the good old days of the early eighties, where horror films weren’t self-referentials, and there was enough female nudity to excuse even the biggest plot holes. You won’t find much originality is The Forsaken‘s bland vampire premise, but it’s all done in unassuming fun, with car chases, bitten victims searching for their cure and shotgun decapitations in glorious cheap grainy dark cinematography. You might wonder how an immortal can be so stupid, but don’t worry; this is exactly the type of stupid objection that makes the film so much fun. For connoisseurs of horror films, and fans of pleasantly bad one.