Heather (Shannon) is just readying herself for a night on the town when
a woman (Holly Thornhill) forces her way into her apartment, corners her
using a cricifix and holy water, then ties her to a chair ... because you
see, Heather's a vampire, and apparently she has killed the woman's lover.
But ropes can't hold a vampire, and Heather is quick to bring her unwanted
visitor under her spell, then feasts on her before disposing of her body
in the garbage.
At the club, Heather meets Jack (John Bowker) - he seems
nice enough, if nerdy enough to show that Heather's clearly out of his
league. Still, after sucking dry a dancer or two on the dancefloor, she
takes him home with her, promising him a night of debauchery ... and
suddenly, Wendy (Olivia Lind Vaughn) enters the apartment and stakes
Jack and Wendy are lovers, and they have traveled the
countryside for a long time, ridding the country of vampires, mainly
because Jack wants to avenge a former lover of his. Now Wendy wants out,
but Jack can't give up, because with even one vampire left alive, their
work will never be over ... and then Heather shows up at the scene again,
because while Wendy might be a faithful accomplice to Jack, she's not
quite as good at aiming stakes ...
Crimson Heather is by
no means a great film - it's a shot-on-video film of the early 2000s, when
SOV technology wasn't yet out there to look really slick, and it shows,
things have an undeniable home video quality to it, there is next to no
sophistication in the imagery of this movie. That's not to say director
Joe Sherlock doesn't have a cinematic eye, some shots show ambition at
least. And also, that's not to say the film's just bad - within its
technological ramifications, it's actually rather decently paced, does
feature a few interesting scenes, some tongue-in-cheek humour, and the
actors, first and foremost Shannon, pull off their roles quite alright.
But masterpiece it is not ...