In the Pacific Northwest, animals are being killed and their blood is being drained.  Some of the locals theorize that it’s the work of the Red Coat, a legendary creature that demands constant sacrifices to keep it at bay.

Reynolds (Guy Pearce, with a wild preacherman beard) doesn’t care about the Red Coat.  He’s more upset about the fact that he and his buddies are feeling displaced in America.  He’s been driven to rage by the fact that there’s a family named Loi living in his community.  He hates immigrants.  He blames minorities for every problem that America is facing.  He says “ain’t” instead of “is not” because that’s the way this film lets us know that its characters are supposed to be blue collar.

Reynolds has murdered Mr. Loi (Chike Chin) and he’s targeting Yan Loi (Crystal Yu) and her teenage son, Edward (William Gao).  Fortunately, the Loi Family has a protector.  Fallon (Alex Pettyfer) wanders through the misty countryside with a grim look on his face and a darkly-colored wardrobe that is designed to let us know that he’s seeking vengeance.  Along with defending the Loi Family, Fallon has a personal reason for seeking vengeance on Reynolds.  Fallon also has an insatiable need for blood….

Sunrise is a somber, slowly-paced, and rather shallow-minded film.  It takes itself very seriously and it definitely wants you to know that it has important stuff on its mind, unlike those other vampire films that just seek to be entertaining.  Of course, as any student of the grindhouse knows, an entertaining film can often be the most effective form of propaganda around.  People aren’t going to think about your message is they’re bored out of their mind.

At times, Sunrise seems to think that it’s the first film to ever use vampirism as a way to comment on current events, which I’m sure would be news to Bram Stoker, Jean Rollin, Anne Rice, Stephen King, Kim Newman, John Carpenter, Werner Herzog, Francis Ford Coppola, Spike Lee, Abel Ferrara, Guillermo del Toro, Kathyrn Bigelow, David Conenberg, Bill Gunn, Dan Curtis, and just about anyone else who has ever written or directed anything that involved a vampire.  Reynolds rants and rave about his hated of immigrants in speeches that are so overwritten and so florid that they verge on parody.  (At one point, he saps at a deputy for not drinking an American beer.)  His character is a fever dream of what Leftists think blue collar workers sound like when they’re not cheering their favorite football team or laughing about climate change.  I suppose the filmmakers deserve some credit for having enough discipline to realize that having Reynolds shout, “This is MAGA country!” would be a bit too heavy-handed for even this film but one can tell that the temptation was definitely there.

At first, I thought that the film’s cinematography would be its saving grace but eventually, I got bored with all of the artfully composed shots of the misty northwest.  There’s really not much difference between Sunrise‘s visuals and the visuals of the Twilight films.  Then I thought that Guy Pearce’s intensity might elevate the film but then I realized that Pearce has played this same character several times and he’s been more interesting in other films.  As for Alex Pettyfer, he’s just as boring here as he was in Magic Mike.  In Magic Mike, he at least danced.

Interestingly, this film — with its portrayal of rampant racism in the American northwest — is an Irish production that was shot not in Washington or Oregon but instead in Belfast.  That perhaps explains why the characters often sound like they learned how to speak by watching American cop shows on television.  Personally, I am not amongst those who feels that people should only be allowed to make movies about their own countries.  I don’t believe in limiting the imagination in that style.  As an American of Irish (and Italian and Spanish) descent, I think that an American filmmaker would be totally justified in directing a film about Ian Paisley’s followers terrorizing the Catholic minority in Northern Ireland.  (They could even shoot it around Austin, Texas.)  Or maybe someone could make a movie about that Irish basketball team who refused to shake hands with an opposing team because the team was from Israel.  All’s fair.