New York literary agent Peter Loew (Nicolas Cage) leads the consummate yuppie lifestyle: rabidly pursuing money and prestige, tyrannizing his underlings, club-hopping and indulging in coke-fuelled casual sex. After picking up a mysterious woman (Jennifer Beals) in a club, Loew becomes convinced that she has bitten him and turned him into a vampire — despite his lack of fangs and continued immunity to sunlight. Nevertheless, Loew starts acting his undead part to the hilt, as it becomes increasingly unclear whether supernatural forces or Loew's own escalating psychosis is at the root of his bizarre behaviour. An edgy black comedy from the screenwriter of Martin Scorsese's After Hours, Vampire's Kiss offers the ne plus ultra of Cage craziness: his kamikaze performance, replete with bared teeth, gyrating eyebrows and a climactic, awe-inspiring Nosferatu impersonation, carries the whole film before it. "What really makes this worth seeing is Cage's outrageously unbridled performance . . . his over-the-top effusions of rampant, demented asociality are really something to see" (Jonathan Rosenbaum).