The fact that I knew it was a vampire film was actually the only thing that kept me watching. I found the serial-killer stuff unbearably tense and horrible to watch, mostly because of Quentin Tarantino's character. The vampires were a momentary relief, before they simply became tacky and gratuitous.

George Cloony has this amazing black, tendrilly flame-thingy all up his left arm. You can see tendrils of it at his neckline, but you only see the whole thing in the last few shots.