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The Hunger Drama Horror. Blue Steel Targets Crime Drama Thriller. The Lost Boys Comedy Horror. After moving to a new town, two brothers discover that the area is a haven for vampires.

Fright Night Horror Thriller. Hardcore Crime Drama. Stars: George C. Scott, Peter Boyle, Season Hubley.

Safe The Fog Prince of Darkness Re-Animator Comedy Horror Sci-Fi. The Hidden Horror Sci-Fi Thriller. Edit Storyline A mid-western farm boy reluctantly becomes a member of the undead when a girl he meets turns out to be part of a band of southern vampires who roam the highways in stolen cars.

Taglines: Killing you would be easy, they'd rather terrify you Edit Did You Know? Trivia The lack of almost any material relating to traditional vampire mythology at least as it related to how vampires were common represented in movies up to the time when this film was in production except for their vulnerability to being burned to death by sunlight or common fires was intentional on the part of Kathryn Bigelow.

She wanted to make the vampires into a cross between traditional horror villains and Western gunslingers, because that would make them characters who could drive the narrative--not least because of the also-deliberate denial of a traditional heroic role to Caleb Colton--but who were able to be, through great effort and sacrifice, destroyed by the film's conclusion.

Goofs When Caleb approaches Mae for the first time. Quotes [ first lines ] Caleb Colton : [ crushing a mosquito ] Dumb suck. Alternate Versions Near Dark was at first banned in Sweden due to the film's graphic violent nature and the zero-tolerance policy of the Swedish censorship board, but was finally released on video in However, this version was brutally cut, omitting almost all violence, shown as well as hinted.

Scenes missing include cuts of a bloodsucking and the entire sequence of Caleb's initiation in the bar. Woody and P. Simmons Courtesy of I.

Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Report this. Language: English. Runtime: 94 min 86 min cut. Sound Mix: Ultra Stereo.

Color: Color. Edit page. Dragged by a foreign intelligence service back to their country for interrogation and execution, he had managed—through sheer force of will—to pull himself together long enough to orchestrate his own escape.

Then, on behalf of Lara, Reed, and Lydia he had carried out his own bloody revenge. It turned out to be a devastatingly empty accomplishment.

He felt no better at the end than he had at the beginning. It gave him no pleasure; no satisfaction. In fact, it had only hollowed him out further—eating away at him like an acid—dimming the already sputtering flame of humanity that remained.

Losing the people closest to him—simply because he had been doing his job—was the absolute worst-case scenario someone in his line of work could ever expect to face.

It was worse than torture or even death—fates he would have gladly suffered if it meant that Lara, Reed, and Lydia could have all gone on living.

Instead, he was the one expected to go on living. And so, once he had completed his revenge, he had traveled to Little Palm Island—a place where he had found solace in the past.

This time, though, rejuvenation lay beyond his grasp. He was simply too broken; too far gone. He would get to that point and keep going until he blacked out.

Then he would get up and do it all over again. If not for his long runs in the sand and punishing swims in the ocean, he would have begun drinking at sunrise.

As it was, he was still hitting the bottle well before noon. For someone with such a distinguished career; someone who had given so much in the service of others, it was no way to live.

Not really. Not anymore. While his heart continued to pump alcohol-laden blood throughout his body, his ability to feel anything, for anyone, much less himself, was gone.

He had given up. Considering his sizable bar tab, the manager had made him a deal. In exchange for cutting short his stay and departing immediately, a portion of his bill would be comped.

Harvath agreed to cut his losses and move on. Packing his things, he rode the polished motor launch back to Little Torch Key, revived his abandoned rental car, and drove until he came to the end of the road in Key West.

There, in a less touristy part of town known as Bahama Village, he took the first room he found and paid for two weeks, up front, in cash.

The carpet looked to be at least twenty years old—the paint even older. The whole place smelled like mold covered up with Febreze.

He was a world away from the high-thread-count sheets and hibiscus-scented air of Little Palm Island. Intelligence Community had come crashing down to earth.

Cracking a window, he opened his suitcase. Having served as an elite U. Navy SEAL, it had been drilled into him to properly maintain and stow his gear.

After hanging several items in the closet and placing the rest into a battered chest of drawers, he carried the wrinkled Ziploc bag he was using as a shaving kit into the bathroom.

There, he lined the contents on the shelf above the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked terrible. Though his five-foot-ten-inch body was still muscular, he had lost weight.

His sandy-brown hair might have been sun-bleached and his skin tanned a deep brown, but the cheeks of his handsome face were sunken and his once sharp, glacierlike blue eyes were tired and bloodshot.

If any of his friends could see him, his transformation would have been shocking. Decay was a powerful force.

Once set in motion, it went quickly to work. Returning to the bedroom, he walked back over to the suitcase. There was only one item remaining—a photograph in a silver frame.

It was his favorite picture of Lara. She stood in a sundress, her long dark hair falling across her shoulders, with a glass of white wine on his dock overlooking the Potomac River in Virginia.

After her first husband had drowned, she said she had been plagued by a feeling known as saudade. In essence, it was a longing for someone or something you know you will never experience again.

As a police officer, she had understood that the majority of people were sheep—gentle creatures largely incapable of protecting themselves.

To defend them from the wolves of the world, they needed sheepdogs. As a homicide detective, she further understood that sheepdogs would never be enough.

The world also needed wolf hunters—brave souls willing to go into the darkness to take down the wolves before they could attack. While he claimed to want a family more than anything else, he continued grabbing the most dangerous assignments that came his way.

He was working for a private intelligence agency named after his mentor: The Carlton Group. It had been tasked with providing the CIA room to breathe as it rebuilt itself into a leaner, better-focused, and more efficient organization along the lines of its predecessor—the OSS.

To many D. The Agency was dying—choking on its own bureaucracy. Like a hot air balloon falling out of the sky, the only way to fix it was to toss anything and everything that was unnecessary overboard.

By stripping it down to its bare essentials, they could focus not only on what needed to be done, but also the best ways to do it.

They were going to take a lot of work, a lot of patience, and a lot of time—during which the threats to America were only going to grow deadlier.

Enter The Carlton Group. When he finally tired of no one on the seventh floor listening to him about what was coming, he left and started his own endeavor.

He staffed it with highly accomplished, former intelligence and Special Operations personnel. Carlton had a scary eye for talent.

And, as with everything else in his career, he had been way ahead of the curve. Just as they were picking up speed and more jobs were being funneled their way, they received dreadful news.

Once he had gotten over the initial shock, he had only one request—that Scot Harvath, his handpicked successor, the man he had poured all of his wisdom, experience, and know-how into, give up field operations and take over the running of the business.

In a move that stunned everyone, Harvath had said no. At least it had been until the Old Man, as he was known by those closest to him, had brought Lara into it.

He knew how much Harvath cared for her and her four-year-old son, Marco. He knew it was only a matter of time before they settled down and became a family.

Not completely. Harvath had an addiction. He was addicted to the lifestyle—the constant scrapes with death and the heroinlike highs that came from the massive adrenaline dumps they provided.

And like any drug addiction, it needed to be constantly fed and continually took more than the last time to reach the same high.

It also had the same outcome waiting for him at the end. Sooner or later, it would take his life.

Harvath was no ordinary junkie, though. He was highly intelligent, which meant he was exceedingly good at coming up with justifications for not getting out.

No one was as experienced, nor as skilled as he was. No one had the human networks he had. No one was as good at developing assets.

No one was willing to take the risks that he did. No one could adapt as quickly on the ground.

And on and on. Harvath had stayed in the game far longer than was safe. He put way too much at risk each time he went into the field.

In a word, it was selfish. The fact that he depended on a cocktail of performance-enhancing drugs just to remain at peak performance should have been a bright neon sign blasting the message that his days were numbered.

It was emotional blackmail and a professional low blow. It angered him most, though, because he knew Carlton was correct.

He needed to make a tough decision. But like any junkie, he would first try to negotiate his way out of it. Despite what the Old Man thought, Harvath honestly believed that he had several more years left of kicking in doors and shooting bad guys in the head.

The sports medicine group he had found that rehabbed top professional athletes and Tier One operators had been a godsend.

If not for them, he might have been reluctantly inclined to agree with Carlton that it was time to move from playing to scouting and coaching.

The advances they had developed were incredible. So, with all due respect to his mentor, he had proposed a compromise.

Instead of abandoning operations altogether, he had spent half his time in the field and half his time at The Carlton Group incubating new talent.

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He was working for a private intelligence agency named after his mentor: The Carlton Group. It had been tasked with providing the CIA room to breathe as it rebuilt itself into a leaner, better-focused, and more efficient organization along the lines of its predecessor—the OSS.

To many D. The Agency was dying—choking on its own bureaucracy. Like a hot air balloon falling out of the sky, the only way to fix it was to toss anything and everything that was unnecessary overboard.

By stripping it down to its bare essentials, they could focus not only on what needed to be done, but also the best ways to do it. They were going to take a lot of work, a lot of patience, and a lot of time—during which the threats to America were only going to grow deadlier.

Enter The Carlton Group. When he finally tired of no one on the seventh floor listening to him about what was coming, he left and started his own endeavor.

He staffed it with highly accomplished, former intelligence and Special Operations personnel. Carlton had a scary eye for talent. And, as with everything else in his career, he had been way ahead of the curve.

Just as they were picking up speed and more jobs were being funneled their way, they received dreadful news. Once he had gotten over the initial shock, he had only one request—that Scot Harvath, his handpicked successor, the man he had poured all of his wisdom, experience, and know-how into, give up field operations and take over the running of the business.

In a move that stunned everyone, Harvath had said no. At least it had been until the Old Man, as he was known by those closest to him, had brought Lara into it.

He knew how much Harvath cared for her and her four-year-old son, Marco. He knew it was only a matter of time before they settled down and became a family.

Not completely. Harvath had an addiction. He was addicted to the lifestyle—the constant scrapes with death and the heroinlike highs that came from the massive adrenaline dumps they provided.

And like any drug addiction, it needed to be constantly fed and continually took more than the last time to reach the same high.

It also had the same outcome waiting for him at the end. Sooner or later, it would take his life.

Harvath was no ordinary junkie, though. He was highly intelligent, which meant he was exceedingly good at coming up with justifications for not getting out.

No one was as experienced, nor as skilled as he was. No one had the human networks he had. No one was as good at developing assets.

No one was willing to take the risks that he did. No one could adapt as quickly on the ground.

And on and on. Harvath had stayed in the game far longer than was safe. He put way too much at risk each time he went into the field. In a word, it was selfish.

The fact that he depended on a cocktail of performance-enhancing drugs just to remain at peak performance should have been a bright neon sign blasting the message that his days were numbered.

It was emotional blackmail and a professional low blow. It angered him most, though, because he knew Carlton was correct.

He needed to make a tough decision. But like any junkie, he would first try to negotiate his way out of it.

Despite what the Old Man thought, Harvath honestly believed that he had several more years left of kicking in doors and shooting bad guys in the head.

The sports medicine group he had found that rehabbed top professional athletes and Tier One operators had been a godsend. If not for them, he might have been reluctantly inclined to agree with Carlton that it was time to move from playing to scouting and coaching.

The advances they had developed were incredible. So, with all due respect to his mentor, he had proposed a compromise. Instead of abandoning operations altogether, he had spent half his time in the field and half his time at The Carlton Group incubating new talent.

This was not the outcome the Old Man had been gunning for. He needed somebody steering the ship on a full-time basis.

He also knew Harvath—maybe better than anyone else. He knew that if he gave him an ultimatum, Harvath would jump ship and freelance for whoever would pay his quote—and with his skillset, there were plenty of opportunities.

He might have been able to get him blacklisted at the CIA, but the Brits or the Israelis would have scooped him up in a heartbeat.

Whether Harvath would have agreed to work for a foreign service was an unknown. In the end, like a son, the Old Man wanted to keep him close.

He wanted to know that the ops that Harvath undertook were as well planned and professional as possible.

This left Carlton with the problem of who would actually run the organization. She had been an exceptional intelligence officer and understood the game from top to bottom.

Lydia was an excellent hire. Lydia and Harvath had taken turns sitting with him, recording every piece of valuable information he had stored in his brain before it all slipped away.

When his capacities began to fail and he started revealing some of his sensitive exploits to his housekeeper and friends who would call up or drop by to check on him, Harvath decided it was time to silo him.

It was off-season and easy for Harvath to find an available home for rent. As the oldest memories were usually the last to disappear, he thought it would be a comfortable and familiar place for Carlton.

On rotating shifts, there was always one in the house. Harvath flew up to see him as often as possible. He had just returned from a particularly harrowing assignment overseas, during which he had made up his mind about what he wanted.

Following a romantic meal, he had walked her down to the dock and had proposed. She had lovingly and excitedly accepted. Knowing that the Old Man was slipping away, Harvath had asked her to elope with him.

He wanted to get married at the cottage, quietly, by his bedside. Ryan would be their witness.

She had come to love him like a father as well. Including such a special man in such a special moment was the right thing to do.

And so, she had agreed. Everything had been perfect. The Old Man had even been more engaged and energetic than they had seen him in long time.

The walks around the lake with Lara, the laughter, the lovemaking; those couple of days—from the secret wedding until the attack—had been the happiest he had ever known.

Then it had all come crashing down. After the murders, the torture, his escape, and fighting his way across a frozen foreign landscape to freedom, much of who he had been was stripped away.

Since the funerals, his colleagues had backed off, showing their respect by giving him space and letting him grieve. He figured it had to have been somebody from the office.

They were more than just coworkers, they were family. And spies, after all, never stop spying—especially on each other.

They all knew where he had been staying. In fact, a colleague had done him a favor by shipping a suitcase full of his clothes down to Little Palm Island in advance of his arrival.

Harder, but not impossible. He still had his phone, which never left the room and which he only turned on to scroll through photos, old texts, and voice messages from Lara.

Once his unpacking was complete, he had spent the next several days making the rounds of local watering holes until he finally settled on one.

Not that his standards were particularly high. All that mattered was that the air-conditioning was cold, the bar quiet, and the clientele a particular class: hard-core, professional drinkers who just wanted to be left alone.

The place he ultimately selected was a quintessential dive bar. Dimly lit, with blacked-out windows, its air was redolent of urinal cakes, spilled beer, and wasted lives.

Nobody paid him any attention. In fact, no one had given him so much as a second look. It was the perfect hole in the wall to continue his slow-motion suicide.

And though he could have continued to drink top-shelf as he had at Little Palm Island, he instead went for the worst stuff they had.

He wanted it to burn all the way down. He wanted to torture himself. All of them had been drawn to the southernmost point in the U.

There were probably more than a few failed marriages, failed businesses, and outstanding warrants in the room. Anything was possible.

The bartender was an attractive woman in her forties. She was not only sexy, but she was also adept at slinging drinks.

More importantly, she knew when, and when not, to make conversation. When it came to Harvath, she could tell that he was not looking to talk.

He was polite, and tipped well, but he kept to himself. He came in every day with a newspaper he barely read, sat in the same scarred booth where he ordered the same drink over and over, as he stared toward the front door.

It was as if he was waiting for someone. But whoever that someone was, they never came. She felt sorry for him.

He was handsome, close to her age, and a man who obviously needed to be put back together. She had always been drawn to guys who were screwed up.

She had a lot of questions. Where had he come from? What was he doing here? How long was he going to stay? Most of all, she wondered what he was like in bed.

When it came to her advances, though, the man was immune. Whoever had wounded him had done a bang-up job.

Still, she liked having him around. There was something comforting about his presence. The strong, silent type—he struck her as a guy who could handle himself.

Maybe he was an ex-cop, or possibly ex-military. All she knew was that having him in the bar made her feel safe.

Not that a lot of bad things went down in Key West. It was at that moment that the door opened. And as it did, no one inside had any idea how out of control things were about to get.

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Strange Days Action Crime Drama. The Hunger Drama Horror. Blue Steel Targets Crime Drama Thriller. The Lost Boys Comedy Horror.

After moving to a new town, two brothers discover that the area is a haven for vampires. Fright Night Horror Thriller.

Hardcore Crime Drama. Stars: George C. Scott, Peter Boyle, Season Hubley. Safe The Fog Prince of Darkness Re-Animator Comedy Horror Sci-Fi.

The Hidden Horror Sci-Fi Thriller. Edit Storyline A mid-western farm boy reluctantly becomes a member of the undead when a girl he meets turns out to be part of a band of southern vampires who roam the highways in stolen cars.

Taglines: Killing you would be easy, they'd rather terrify you Edit Did You Know? Trivia The lack of almost any material relating to traditional vampire mythology at least as it related to how vampires were common represented in movies up to the time when this film was in production except for their vulnerability to being burned to death by sunlight or common fires was intentional on the part of Kathryn Bigelow.

She wanted to make the vampires into a cross between traditional horror villains and Western gunslingers, because that would make them characters who could drive the narrative--not least because of the also-deliberate denial of a traditional heroic role to Caleb Colton--but who were able to be, through great effort and sacrifice, destroyed by the film's conclusion.

Goofs When Caleb approaches Mae for the first time. Quotes [ first lines ] Caleb Colton : [ crushing a mosquito ] Dumb suck.

Alternate Versions Near Dark was at first banned in Sweden due to the film's graphic violent nature and the zero-tolerance policy of the Swedish censorship board, but was finally released on video in However, this version was brutally cut, omitting almost all violence, shown as well as hinted.

Scenes missing include cuts of a bloodsucking and the entire sequence of Caleb's initiation in the bar. Woody and P.

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