It is so sad that the Imps of Hollywood so fucked up the League of Extraordinary gentlemen that we'll never get to see Winona reprise as Mina Murray and deliver the immortal line: "It's not quite the two discreet puncture marks of legend." It'd have even been worth enduring seeing her deliver it to old fat naked Sean Connery. In bed.

You're high. This is one of the worst movies ever made. Winona's terrible accent! KEANU'S TERRIBLE ACCENT!

My wife and I were the only people who laughed out loud in a packed theater at the line spoken by Keanu, "Gentlemen, must we desecrate poor Lucy's grave?"

Tom Waits was pretty good as Renfield.

Yummy, high camp.

Apparently, only the guys didn't find Oldham's Drac sexy.

High camp, indeed, and Eiko Ishioka's costumes always set my heart aflutter. The real reason I will always, *always* adore this movie in my heart of hearts is that it came out on my 14th birthday and I saw it with about 20 friends. It was a magical evening of pubescent nonsense in a suburban movie theater. Ah, youth. Oh! And the next night I went to my first hardcore show. Best birthday ever.