Review
Review
Twenty years of waiting and the best Warner Premiere can do to shine a cult property is exhume the cinematic equivalent of Grandpa Munster. Kitschy, harmless, flinging bad jokes and well past its welcome point after thirty minutes, this Lost Boys - a follow-up to Joel Schumacher's superior '87 youthful spin on bloodsucker archetypes - plays out like it's more concerned about future sequels than the present one at hand
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