Let’s overlook Vampire In Brooklyn’s shamefully lazy title. And the fact that it’s historically Eddie Murphy’s first all-out serving of excrement, prefacing future cinematic punchlines like The Adventures Of Pluto Nash and Norbit. And that it’s by far Wes Craven’s least scary movie.

The main reason why this wannabe Blacula fails so miserably is its ineptly handled racial satire. It should come as no surprise that Craven is no Spike Lee; however, he’s not even Spike’s cousin who directed Undercover Brother. In one scene, Murphy’s bloodsucker, Maximillian, tries to fang-bang an older white lady, who tells him, “I understand the Negro people.” Should we laugh, or rub our chins in deep thought? How about flipping the bird towards the DVD case.