(In theaters, June 2002) It’s difficult not to laugh during some of the film’s most ridiculous moments: Much like most Goths are simply ordinary folks trying to pass off as somehow special, this is really a B-grade horror film with his pretensions of high darkness. Most of it doesn’t work, and we’re stuck with a bunch of vampire poseurs for ninety minutes. This can be insufferable or amusing, depending on your mood at the moment. At least it’s consistently interesting, moving from vignette to vignette in an expedient fashion. As far as vampire films go, I’m a Blade type-of-guy, but Queen Of The Damned could have been worse. Much, much worse.