Studio: Netflix
Director: Peter Thorwarth
Writer: Peter Thorwarth, Stefan Holtz
Producer: Benjamin Munz, Christian Becker
Stars: Peri Baumeister, Alexander Scheer, Kais Setti, Carl Koch, Gordon Brown, Roland Moller, Chidi Ajufo, Kai Ivo Baulitz, Graham McTavish, Dominic Purcell
Review Score:
Summary:
Terrorists hijack an airplane, but passengers face another unexpected threat when a vampire is also discovered onboard.
Review:
In terms of attracting clicks, certain types of titles don’t perform as well as others here at Culture Crypt. Foreign films are the first factor. It’s true what they say; a lot of English-speaking audiences simply refuse to read subtitles. Whenever I cover a movie that’s in another language, the number of visitors for that review is guaranteed to take a hit.
Streaming movies, specifically those native to Netflix, have a particularly poor shelf life too. It’s the nature of their wispy marketing model. Netflix movies burn hot over the course of the first weekend or so. Then they drop from the front page of the app, promotional pushes evaporate, and everyone, viewers included, moves on to whatever fresh film takes its place as “flavor of the week.” Many of those movies never rise from their graves again, leaving my content to collect cobwebs since new people rarely rediscover forgotten flashes in the pan.
That put two strikes against “Blood Red Sky.” We can quibble over the technicality of it being a German film. Plenty of dialogue is in English, probably at least one-half and maybe as much as three-fourths. But there’s plenty in German too, which puts subtitles into play. Couple that with “Blood Red Sky” being on Netflix and the numbers-minded website proprietor in me couldn’t help but wonder, “Oh man, is anybody going to care about this one for more than a minute?”
Director/co-writer Peter Thorwarth and his producers probably thought the same thing. That might be why they sought a little outside assistance from Dominic Purcell and Graham McTavish, two actors mostly known for their television work, to attract eyes that wouldn’t be interested in a cast of unfamiliar German faces. The strategy worked. To be honest, their presence pushed me over the top in thinking people might actually give “Blood Red Sky” the time of day instead of dismissing it as “another foreign horror movie dumped to Netflix.”
Purcell and McTavish only appear in supporting parts. Although “Blood Red Sky” could easily do without them, they’re not totally negligible by any means. Part of me remains suspicious about whether their roles existed in the original outline though. Purcell plays a terrorist cell leader who turns out to not be the main villain. McTavish briefly shows up in bookending bits as a grizzled military man. Their scenes carry a whiff of having been worked in after the fact, not necessarily through editing, but maybe via rewrite. The thing is, “Blood Red Sky” weaves its various characters and timelines together so seamlessly, it’s impossible to be certain if they were.
Two separate agendas create complications for each other in “Blood Red Sky.” Accompanied by her young son Elias, Nadja boards a transatlantic flight with the hope of having her unusual affliction cured by an experimental blood transfusion in New York. Also onboard are Berg, Eightball, and a bevy of disguised terrorists determined to hijack the airplane. Under ordinary circumstances, they’d pose the greatest threat to the passengers. But Nadja isn’t ordinary. She’s a vampire, and her hunger is growing harder and harder to keep under control.
One of “Blood Red Sky’s” strengths, and it has several, lies in how slickly it slides through common cinematic conventions. I’ll give two examples.
“Blood Red Sky” starts at the end of its story. Normally used as a cheat when a boring buildup desperately needs to begin with a bang, this tired tactic usually ends up suffocating suspense by giving away key information about who lives, who dies, etc. “Blood Red Sky” sort of does the same thing, except I never found myself looking back to the beginning and remembering, “Oh, the little boy is going to survive.” He’s a little boy. Of course he’s going to make it. “Blood Red Sky’s” prologue also cuts on a cliffhanger, so it puts plates in the back of your mind to keep spinning instead of prematurely exposing something you otherwise wouldn’t have seen coming. In other words, “Blood Red Sky” gets away with this trick by not showing the audience exactly what’s up its sleeve.
Another thing that ordinarily makes my eyes roll is when a movie with multiple lines of simultaneous action can’t come close to juggling all of its bowling pins efficiently. Sometimes you’ll see characters inexplicably disappear for inordinate amounts of time so a scene can focus solely on someone else. Other times, a location like a house will grow to an impossible size where people somehow don’t cross paths or don’t notice major commotions because the writers couldn’t lay out logical logistics.
Once again, “Blood Red Sky” kind of does both of those things, except its stalling tactics don’t call the same amount of attention to themselves. Even in instances where I noticed it seemed like the terrorists were conveniently offscreen for long periods, I was able to reason, “Well, it could make sense that they’re busy in the cargo hold prepping their parachutes or whatever.” “Blood Red Sky” moves with such fluidity and has so much going on at any given moment, there aren’t many opportunities to get hung up on trivialities like there are with barebones plots featuring fewer players.
In addition to bookends basically making the movie a flashback, “Blood Red Sky” reaches even further into the past with scattered memories that gradually reveal how Nadja acquired her curse. I have a tough time recalling another recent film that picked better positions for placing its “XX Years Earlier” scenes. Sequences that show Nadja dealing with her newfound bloodlust nestle into natural pauses in the current timeline so as to not be jarring. Often, they’re thematically relevant to present day parallels too, and the context they add enhances our understanding of how the story unfolds in two directions at once. We’re not talking “Memento” levels of nonlinear storytelling, but rarely do you see a relatively straightforward plot enhanced this adeptly with non-chronological arrangements.
When you consider how deceptively simple the summary of “terrorists clash with vampires aboard an airplane” is, the only remaining obstacle to “Blood Red Sky’s” attractiveness is its two-hour runtime. I wouldn’t say the movie contains unnecessary padding. It uses every minute it has. “Blood Red Sky” just doesn’t need to shoot all of the scenes as scripted. Judicious cuts to redundant back-and-forths and miscellaneous running around would do wonders for improving the rhythm.
Then again, part of the reason “Blood Red Sky” goes on as long as it does is due to the time it takes to establish personalities for the hijackers and for a few passengers. The top terrorist is a typical movie psycho, licking his lips with a hint of comic book kookiness like a weird cross between Patrick Bateman and Carson Kressley. Another terrorist has a standard “why do we have to kill anyone?” conscience. Those are pat characterizations for this brand of rodeo. At the same time, it would have been a copout to just plunk ‘Terrorist A’ and ‘Passenger B’ into the screenplay and call it a day, so the extra miles to flesh out the fiction dig out more depth.
It’s also welcome that they aren’t the usual hijackers either. They’re a mix of men who cleverly use xenophobia to divert suspicion off themselves when they’re mostly white, money-minded mercenaries trying to manipulate the stark market with a plane crash, not make a revolutionary political statement.
All in all, “Blood Red Sky” is straight-no-chaser hijacking action and vampire horror. There’s no cartoonish campiness or gags to laugh at, either intentionally or unintentionally. With a large airplane and what I assume is an actual airport terminal, immensely immersive locations sell the seriousness of the setting, ably aided by actors who don’t behave like they’re beneath themselves in a B-movie. Well, the main villain might be, but he has an excuse for adding an air of peculiarity as the exception to “Blood Red Sky’s” surprisingly realistic rule.
Just as surprisingly, “Blood Red Sky” turns into one of the more “human” vampire movies out there because it’s really about a single mother fighting against forces trying to turn her into a monster. Peri Baumeister is good as Nadja, but Carl Koch is even better as her son Elias. The bond between a movie mother and child hasn’t been this strong or this emotionally moving since “The Babadook” (review here). I’m not sure anyone expected “Blood Red Sky” to have such a heart-wrenching hook hiding at the center of blood, bullets, and bad guys. That’s the thing about judging books by their covers, so to speak. On the outside, “Blood Red Sky” might appear easy to pass over. What’s lurking inside proves doing so would be an unwise idea.
Review Score: 75
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