America has no more. A vampire pandemic has spread across the country, and for survivors, life is hard. Only small pockets of people remain. On top of all this, the Brotherhood, a violent group of fanatic fundamentalists, sprung up in the wake of the apocalypse – it’s not dangerous just at night anymore.
Stake Land is aesthetically beautiful. The cinematography successfully captures the protagonists journey from the warm, sunny fields down south to the cold, mountainous woodlands up north (the isolation also sets in better the further north they travel – vampire or not, people don’t like chilly weather). The “lockdowns,” which are small, secured towns, seem genuinely lived in, and the entire post-apocalyptic world feels authentic. It has Western-y vibe I like where the “hero and his sidekick” ride in, partake in some booze and possible prostitution, and then ride out. It’s full of bartering and small establishments, and Mister is truly seen as a hero, flashing the bag of fangs he’s collected and receiving his due respect. And with all of this, director Jim Mickle creates a low-budget, post-apocalyptic dystopia that’s easy to buy into – a feat by itself.
In many ways this is also an optimistic film. Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a largely bleak affair, but it has spots where a little hope shines through. People may measure time by their last encounter with a vampire or the equally dangerous Brotherhood, but they still find moments of happiness where all the outside threats fade away. When Belle (Harris) stands alone in a dark tavern slowly rubbing her swollen belly, it’s a sad yet hopeful moment. And the entire film embodies this mix of emotions. The vampires are also a welcome and entirely necessary departure from the pale, gothic heartthrobs everyone’s wife or girlfriend wants to bang these days. They’re unintelligent and driven solely by a need to feed (sorta zombie-ish), but they’re the savage and beastly horrors the film needs. Jeff Grace’s score is another huge success – most of which is available on YouTube. It’s understated by itself with its big, brassy swells few and far between, but it serves as a beautiful accompaniment to the film.
But a film starts with its characters, and while Nick Damici, who’s mere presence has gravity, and Connor Paolo perform well in their roles, I didn’t care much for Mister and Martin. I thought their establishment was immediate – Mister’s a gruff drifter with a heart of gold, and Martin’s a boy struggling to become a man – but there’s little development afterwards. Martin eventually comes of age, so this isn’t the film’s biggest problem, as this is ultimately Martin’s film. It’s his family that’s slaughtered, it’s his voiceovers that propel the film and it’s his arc that the film’s built on. And speaking of Martin’s voiceovers, I thought they made it seem like I was being told about shit more than being shown it. When you add in the film’s tedious pace, I was actually bored by it all on several occasions. I know many people loved the film and could settle into the film’s post-apocalyptic isolation, but I simply couldn’t.

