Certain that he is still alive, vampire/ human hybrid Blade (Wesley Snipes) seeks out his mentor, Abraham Whistler (Kris Kristofferson). After two years the crusade locates its target, and Whistler is rescued and cleansed of the vampire taint. In the interim, a new breed of bloodsucker, “The Reaper Strain”, has emerged.
Vampire overlord Damaskinos (Thomas Kretschmann) sends an emissary, his daughter Nyssa (Leonor Varela), to plead for Blade’s intervention against this new threat. He agrees, forming a group of elite vampire warriors, and begins an assault. From the outset, it’s clear this new opponent will not be easily toppled…
Unlike that other leather-and-lunge franchise, The Matrix, Blade managed one decent sequel. This was it. Everything is familiar, but comfortable: Blade has accepted his situation, Whistler’s back and the script is still sharp and funny. As proven with Mimic and Hellboy , Del Toro is perfect to direct this type of material. Injecting pace, colour and (most importantly) credibility, it’s hard to imagine the film would have flowed quite so well in other hands (see Blade 3 for proof).
Shot in Prague, the production attracted headlines for cast and crew’s sampling of the city’s legendary nightlife. This included Luke Goss rescuing The Lost Boys’ Kiefer Sutherland from a bar fight, and press calls where interviewees were accompanied by lapdancers. The questions carried appropriate gravitas, with Snipes asked if Blade could take Batman in a fight. “Are you kidding?” said the star. “Blade would take that pussy’s utility belt and spank his rubber-clad ass with it! Then he’d take his car! Then he’d strip it down, kit it out and put a decent sound system in. No damn problem.”
USA / 2002
Director: Guillermo del Toro
Writer: David S. Goyer
Cast: Wesley Snipes, Kris Kristofferson, Ron Perlman, Leonor Varela, Thomas Kretschmann