“I AM A YOUNG MAN.” I know it’s hard to believe, but I had never seen The Hunger before last night! It was just as awesome as I’d hoped, lush and not gory and very sad. I liked that vampirism was really horrible–sexual, yes, but not some sanitized metaphor. The music is great, the cast is stellar, and while I’m glad I went into it knowing that the ending lacks what the philosophers call “sense,” it was very emotionally-effective. Few horror movies focus on fear of aging and its humiliations without demonizing the elderly, IME; this movie didn’t pull many punches on those subjects, but identified with the sufferers rather than being disgusted by them. (Cf the kissing-old-Bowie scene.) Really glad I saw this.