Vampire movies are forever in need of an innovative twist, and one of the most perverted yanks to the genre is Martin (1978), a chilling piece of moody malevolence from horror ground breaker George A. Romero. Title character Martin is a boy at the late end of his teens who has developed a morbid interest in all things bloody and bleak. If he’d been born today, the kid would simply join a Goth revival band and work through his issues, but this option was unavailable at the time of filming. Martin moves to Pittsburgh and sets about convincing himself and the community that he is a bona fide descendent of Dracula. The adolescent gore-hound’s status remains ambiguous, but those victims he kills for the sake of imbibing their vein-tapped sangria remain dead as can be.