Entertainment’s current fixation with vampires has left me bored of violent sex, blood-sucking and the smell of burning flesh at sunrise (well, perhaps not entirely). But, putting my doubts aside, I decided that Park Chan-Wook’s Thirst was going to be worthy of my time. Thankfully, it was. Gruesome, charming and beautiful, I felt as intrigued as the first time I watched The Vengeance Trilogy and found myself thanking the Gods of cinema (Buzz and Woody?) that somebody had injected an ounce of sanity into a world so inexplicably enamoured with Twilight. I’ll be adding this to my ‘vampire flicks I can stand’ folder along with The Lost Boys and From Dusk Till Dawn.