Prompted by Jason Di Rosso's interview with director/co-writer Ariane Louis-Seize. Québécois, mostly in French with some English and Spanish.
It's almost entirely right there in the title; the only variable in the genre is what demographic these vampires are playing to. Unlike El Conde this is politically vacuous and in dank colour but shares its attitude that the world is as the creators say it is, carcass disposal and murder investigations be damned. Perhaps this couple eventually grows up and moves upriver to Detroit. The tepid humour cannot compete with What We Do in the Shadows; these guys aren't as fastidious about the provenance of the blood they consume as Jemaine Clement. Perhaps this is the next generation of Buffy.
More broadly there's a dash of quirky-/awkward-girl Amelie in a bland suburban aesthetic that isn't wild like a Tim Burton or fussy like a Wes Anderson. Lead teen Sara Montpetit is done up like 1990s P.J. Harvey. Her love interest Félix-Antoine Bénard is a bit walleyed like Marty Feldman's Igor. He wants to avoid a meaningless death (but apparently not a meaningless movie). The kids carry on like the young Americans they are. There is much object fetishism: vinyl records and egg chairs. Her first kill stands in for a loss of virginity. The fantasy fulfilment is uninventive. Things generally move along but do get bogged every so often. I guess you could say these guys are in favour of voluntary assisted dying.
