What we do in the shadows
with New Zealanders. Some of the guys from Flight of the Conchords, mainly.
Mockumentary following four vampires living in the suburbs of modern day Wellington as they try to roust up human prey, prepare for the yearly Undead Ball, and bicker about household chores. Viago is a 17th century dandy who's all anal and persnickety about the mountain of unwashed bloodstained cups in the kitchen sink, Deacon is only a hundred and fifty or so and does the moody child bit in between moments of "erotic" dance, Vladimir (no, not *that* Vladimir) is something like 800 years old, supposedly gifted with massive telepathic power but can't get over his last defeat to his nemesis "The Beast", and last but not least, Peter is 8000 years old, lives in a crypt in the basement and is fully Nosferatu-d out. Together they walk us through their daily routines reality tv show-style. Well, not Peter. He doesn't say anything. He hisses sometimes, though.
Quite enjoyed it. A bit silly here and there, but witty and makes you realize that...yeah. Being a vampire would have some definite drawbacks. They can't go to nightclubs because they have to be invited in anywhere (and the bouncers in Wellington are as friendly as anywhere else), Deacon's put-upon human minion Jackie pines for full vamp-dom herself, but Deacon mainly has her hosing blood out of the driveway, and the new guy Nick (who Peter turns after his brief escape from their house) has a whole lot to learn about being a vampire. Flying in through windows is harder than it looks, as is avoiding power lines after you transform into a bat. Add in a couple of run-ins with a pack of werewolves (Watch the language! We're werewolves, not swearwolves!) and vampire-dom isn't looking as fun as Interview with the Vampire made it out to be.
On Netflix now, and well worth checking out if you haven't already.