What We Do in the Shadows is the funniest movie I’ve seen in a long while.
Now, it’s far from flawless. The whole mockumentary thing works well–strings a series of vignettes/episodes/faux-interviews together and maintains momentum–until about an hour in, when you begin to lament the fact that they don’t bother to give these vampire flat-mates a deadline or goal or anything for us to anticipate or look forward to. But just when all seems lost, our vampires meet the werewolves/”swearwolves” for a second time, and you’re distracted with comic gold yet again. My vote for the funniest moment? The vampire projectile vomiting in back of a diner after eating a french fry. (You read that right.)
This movie is sure to become a cult classic, if it’s not already. And bank on it: we’re going to get at least one sequel. Set the next one in Tokyo, I say.