This remake is a delightfully camp horror with the Fright Night
quotes providing the right blend of laughs and chills. This movie may
have been an unnecessary remake but the filmmakers have managed to put
modern twist to this new version which the fans of the original should
appreciate and should draw in new fans at the same time. The script is
smart and darkly comedic and the strong performances of Colin Farrell
and David Tennant is the icing on this dark chocolate but very
tasty cake. This is what good old fashioned B-movie
entertainment is all
by: Craig Gillespie
Marti Noxon (screenplay)
Tom Holland (story & film "Fright Night") Starring: Anton Yelchin
- Charley Brewster
Colin Farrell - Jerry
Toni Collette - Jane Brewster
David Tennant - Peter Vincent
Imogen Poots - Amy
Christopher Mintz-Plasse - Ed
Dave Franco - Mark
Reid Ewing - Ben
Will Denton - Adam
Sandra Vergara - Ginger
Emily Montague - Doris
motorcycle when it doesn't start] Charley Brewster:
I'm gonna take you apart! You watch me! Watch me take you apart! We're
done! We're done! [referring to his bike] Doris:
Nothing doing, huh? Charley Brewster: Ah,
this thing is got no ambition. Got no wavus. Doris, do you uh...do you
want some help with the trash? Doris: I
got it, thanks. Alright. Good to see you, Char-Char. You're gettin' big.
[as she catches Charley
looking Doris's butt and reading the word 'lucky' written on
her pants] Jane Brewster:
Hey, kid! Don't leer at the neighbors. Charley Brewster: Hey,
she's the one that put the word on her butt. I'm just reading it.
Jane Brewster: Amy? Charley Brewster: Amy
is good. Hasn't dumped me yet, so... Jane Brewster: You
know, getting what you want can be stressful. Specially when you're not
used to getting it. More to lose. Charley Brewster: You
been reading those books again? The Power of whatever the hell? Cause
they're definitely not working! And neither is this bike.
[referring to they're
new neighbor next to their house] Jane Brewster: You
know, when the Perry's lived there Charley Brewster: Oh,
when the Perry's lived there they were the greatest neighbours, ever!
But they moved. I thought you were happy the house finally sold. Jane Brewster: Hmm,
he's not digging a pool. So where did all this concerete come from? Charley Brewster: That's
a very good question. Maybe you should spy on him some more and find
out. Jane Brewster: He's
thirteen feet from our house, that's not spying! It's merely, observing.
Charley Brewster: Hey,
Amy? Amy? I uh...about the prom, I was gonna ask you. I just kinda
figured it was a...a go. You know? You and me, ill fitting tuxedo, the
whole thing. You know? Amy: Oh, no.
Nobody goes to the dance in senior year. Charley Brewster: Okay.
Yeah. I knew that! Amy: So not
cool. Charley Brewster: I
[referring to Amy as
they watch her walk away] Mark: Did
you find a freakin' Genie Lamp, man? Make a sacrifice to the hot ass
God? Cause how do you get that? Charley Brewster: It's
just game, man. Rock solid game. [Charley walks away] Mark: He
doesn't even have a car! Ben:
[referring to Ed as he
comes over to them] Ben: Dude,
I think it's gonna talk to us. [to Charley] Ed: Hey,
uh...can I get a minute? Mark: [sarcastically]
Just the two of you? That's sweet! Yeah, no! He can school you in the
ways of geek douchery! Ed: Oh,
nice! Don't you have some sluts to go fuck? Mark: Actually,
yeah. I do.
Charley Brewster: What's
up, Ed? Ed: You
know Adam's missing, right? Charley Brewster: What
do you mean, Adam's missing? Ed: I keep
trying him. No texts, no phone calls. Nothing! And I don't know if
you're paying attention in roll call, but he's not the only one that's
gone. Charley Brewster: Alright,
kids aren't coming to school. It happens all the time. What do you want
me to do about it? Ed: Just
meet me at his house after school. We'll check around, see if he's okay. Charley Brewster: I
can't. I'm sorry. I'm busy. Ed: I don't
think you understand what I'm tellin' you. Um...Adam is gone!
Charley Brewster: Do
you...do you really have to do this here? I mean... Ed: Wow! Am
I suppose to not even speak to you anymore? Charley Brewster: Be
quite! Don't spaz out! I just... Ed: Don't
spaz out! Don't you want me to spaz out? [he starts doing a fake
spaz out and shouting] Ed: Oh, my
God! It's so horrible! Crossing the extremes, while the high school we
know cease to exist!
looks over at Mark and Ben] Ed: Okay.
Do you want me to go and tell your pals how well we really know each
other? The lego contests? The Farscape conventions? The cosutmes? Charley Brewster: Please,
stop! Ed: Or how
about that one time you took my Strech Armstrong, so you could tie it
around your balls and jerk off for an hour? Charley Brewster: Stop! Ed: Then be
my back up. Charley Brewster: Okay,
fine. Adam's after school. Ed: Don't
be late. [as Charley walks away
from him] Ed: I'd
really like Stretch back, by the way!
[calls Charley and
leaves him a messages] Ed: Hey,
Charley. Uh...I'm at Adam's house and it's really wierd, cause you're
not here! Remember those videos of us back in the day? Adam, you and I
dressed in tights? You don't want your new pals seeing you in that, do
Jerry for the first time] Jane Brewster: So
Jerry is our new neighbor at the Perry place. And he's handy. Amy: No
kidding! Jerry: I'm
sorry about the mess, Charley. I was just saying to your mom, I'll have
the dumpster gone tomorrow. Charley Brewster: Oh,
it doesn't bother me. My mom was... Jane Brewster: Hey,
Jerry does night construction on the strip. Charley Brewster: Oh.
[looking at Charley's
puce colored basketball shoes] Jerry: You
play ball? I'm always looking for a pick up game. Charley Brewster: Yeah!
No. I...I do definitely. [Amy laughs at Charley's
reply] Jane Brewster: It's
more of a collectors thing, the shoes. He's obsessed! I mean,
they...they...they sleep on sidewalks to get them. Charley Brewster: I
play though. Jerry: Well,
it takes a real man to wear uh...puce. I like 'em.
I'd invite you guys inside, but it's uh...it's a mess. I've been
meaning to... Jane Brewster: Be
neighborly? Jerry: A
drink. Soon, okay? Jane Brewster: Yeah.
You bet. And thank you so much for the help. Jerry: It's
the least I could do.
[as they are walking
away from Jerry's] Amy: Oh, my
God! How could you blow him off? Jane Brewster: What?
A guy that good looking, still single? I bet he is a player. Charley Brewster: Stop
breaking it down Jane Brewster: Well,
I've had enough man trouble. So I am not getting suckered again!
where the hell have you been? Charley Brewster:
You said, after school. Ed: Yeah. I
meant right after, okay? It's dusk, do you know what that means? Charley Brewster:
No, I have no idea! Let me consult my pocket
really hate to be the one to tell you this, but that guy, your
neighbor? Yeah, he's a vampire, man. Charley Brewster: My
neighbor? Ed: Yeah. Charley Brewster: Next
door? Ed: Yeah. Charley Brewster: Jerry,
I just met him. Ed: Okay,
Jerry. Charley Brewster: That
is a terrible vampire name! Jerry? Ed: I
didn't name him, man. I'm just reporting the facts!
[looking around Adam's
house] Charley Brewster: They're
not here, dude. Ed: No. No.
It's not just them. Okay, listen to me. I saw this thing on channel
thirteen where there was this lady who escaped an attacker that tried
to bite her. Charley Brewster: Why
are you walking like that?
and I, we graphed up all the attacks, all the disappearances. Whole
Charley Brewster: It
happens all the time. Nobody lives in Vegas, they just pass through. Ed: You
live in Vegas! [points to his graph] Ed: Look
that's you, right there in the center, next to his house. In Perry's
old place. His windows are completely blacked out. Charley Brewster: Lots
of people have blacked out windows. They work on the strip at nights,
sleep during the day. Ed: Which
is why it...it...it's the perfect plan! It fits! Charley Brewster: What?
What? That Jerry's a Dracula? Ed: No.
Dracula's one specific vampire. I'm telling you... Charley Brewster: Duh,
dude! I know what you're telling me! I'm making fun of you! Okay? Ed: Thanks! Charley Brewster: I'm...I'm
mocking you! Ed: Awesome!
Charley Brewster: You
read way too much Twilight! Ed: That's
fiction! Okay? This is real! He's a real monster, and he's not brooding
or lovesick or noble. He's the fucking shark from jaws! He kills, he
feeds and he doesn't stop until everybody around them is dead! Now, I'm
seriously so angry you think I read Twilight!
haven't asked him in yet, have you? Because obviously he can't get in
without an invitation. I know you know that. Charley Brewster: You're
on drugs, dude. Ed: No!
Well, yeah. But I thought you'd take my word on this, man. I have hard
evidence at home.
Listen, we have to stake him in his nest. Okay? Me and you. But not
now, it's too dark. We should go during the day, that's
what I read on Peter Vincent's website. Charley Brewster: The
magician? Ed: Yeah. Charley Brewster: The
magician in the bandanna and the leather pants and...? Ed: Yes. Charley Brewster: ...the
tattoos? Ed: Yes!
He's the master of dark forces. He studies vampire methodology, man. I
mean, what else do you need? Charley Brewster: Wow! Ed: Wow!
Can we just pretend for one minute that you're not a complete douchebag? Charley Brewster: Evil,
this was fun when we were eight! Ed: Try
sixteen! Charley Brewster: Whatever,
man! Point is, I grew up. If you don't want to, that's fine. But don't
get an attitude because I'd rather have a life than make shit up! Ed: I get
it. You're so cool, Brewster! Go ahead and join your Clark High early
peakers. And that includes your girlfriend, by the way. Charley Brewster: Shut
up, man. Ed: She's
undeniably doable. Yes, I will give you that. But we used to make fun
of her and her friends, dude. Charley Brewster: Shut
up! Ed: She's a
skank! Charley Brewster: Shut
up! [Charley pushes Ed
making him fall to the ground]
the fuck happened to you? We were inseparable. Charley Brewster: Yeah,
well. You know, my life's started to get better when I stopped being
friends with you.
are you on my street, bro? Ed: Sorry.
Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. Mark: Yeah,
you tracked your nerd juice all the way down it. Ed: Really?
Looks like I tracked some nerd juice on your face there. Mark: Oh,
yeah? [he pushes Ed] Mark: Yeah.
Have I still got some there? Ed: Okay.
Just hit me, man. Really, I don't have time for this. Mark: Seriously? Ed: Jesus,
man! I just gave you a fucking invitation to hit me! Mark: Oh,
you just gave me an invitation? [he swings at Ed and
misses hitting him and Ed starts running]
[after Ed breaks into a
house trying to get away from Jerry] Ed: Forget
it, Jerry! No invitation. You can't get in. [Jerry takes wide step
inside the house] Ed: Oh,
shit! Jerry: Abandoned.
I thought you did your homework? You've been watching me. I've been
watching you. It seems fair. [Ed makes a runs for it]
[as Ed falls into the
pool and holds up his cross to ward off Jerry] Jerry: You
bit off more than you can chew. Ed: No.
It's too late, man. I told people what you are. You've been made! Jerry: And
you think anyone's actually going to believe you? Ed: No. No.
No. Don't play that crap. Don't play that mind shit with me. I'm
serious! Try me! Jerry: Okay. [he steps into the pool] Jerry: You
say you're glad you're different. Ed: Get
back! Jerry: How
can you be in a place like this? These people. Even your best friend,
you're nothing to him now. Ed: No. Jerry: You
were born for this. You know it. It's a gift. [suddenly he bites Ed on
[after Charley has given
Jerry the beers he asked for, Jerry remains standing just outside the
back door of the house] Jerry: This
girl tonight, she's a handful. You know? Women who look a certain way
they... [he laughs] Jerry: They
need to be managed. It's true.
[still standing out the
back door of Charley's house] Jerry: You're
dad ducked out on you, huh? You're mom, she didn't exactly say, but
well, there's a kind of neglect. Gives off a scent. You don't mind my
saying, you got a lot on your shoulders for a kid. The two of you,
alone. And your girl, Amy? She's ripe. I bet there's a line of guys
dying to pluck that. You're mom too. You don't see it. Maybe you do,
but she's putting it out. It's on you to look out for them. Are you up
for that, guy? Charley Brewster: I
think I can manage. Jerry: Good.
Because there are a lot of bad people out there, Charley. [he give Charley a look] Jerry: Everyone's
gotta look after his own business.
[looking out his window
seeing his neighbor Doris calling on Jerry] Charley Brewster: Oh,
shit! Oh, shit! Amy: What?
He's hot and you're neighbor's a stripper. They were bound to find each
other. Charley Brewster: Go-Go
dancer. Amy: No.
You take away two tiny pieces of cloth, she is a stripper. Charley Brewster: Rude. [as Jerry is about to go
in to his house with Doris he looks up and sees Charley watching] Charley Brewster: Oh,
Shit! He saw us! [Charley quickly ducks
away from the window knocking Amy aside] Amy: Woh!
Maybe! It's not a big deal. Charley Brewster: It's
a huge deal! Okay? Very big deal. He looked at us and he was pissed! Amy: Okay,
Charley? If you're not into this, can you just tell me. Cause you don't
have to do me any favors. Charley Brewster: Amy,
I'm not doing you any favors. Of course I'm into this. Of course! I
just...I just don't trust that guy.
Charley Brewster: Mom,
that guy, Jerry, next door. Under no circumstances is he invited into
our house, alright? He's dangerous. Jane Brewster: I
think I can handle myself. Charley Brewster: Mom,
please! I'm serious! Don't...don't acknowledge him. Don't talk to him
at night. Please stay inside. Jane Brewster: Why?
Because he's dangerous? Charley Brewster: Look,
I can't answer a million questions right now! Will you just trust me! Jane Brewster: Charley,
stop! I'm your mom! Not some ridiculous woman!
[in the library as
Charley is researching Peter Vincent and vampires on the internet] Amy: You
weren't in class. What are you working on? Charley Brewster: Porn. Amy: Uhh,
good. I thought it was something creepy. [Charley just shakes his
head] Amy: You
okay? Charley Brewster: Yeah.
I should probably... Amy: Get
back to your porn? Charley Brewster: Yeah.
Charley Brewster: Mr.
Vincent, Hi. I'm...I'm from the Vegas Sun, we had an appointment today? Peter Vincent:
I don't think so. Speak to my guy. Charley Brewster: No!
No! We did! I'm doing that article, Vampires: Seperating Myths from
Facts. Peter Vincent: What?
You want a quote? That's a shit idea for an article.
Look, please...please. I need your expertise and you're the man this
stuff, so... [referring to the woman
walking past them] Peter Vincent: I
fucked her. Filthy!
Peter Vincent: So,
is this what? Your first assignment or something? Charley Brewster: Yeah. Peter Vincent: Mmm.
I'm gonna pop your cherry.
[to Charley as she takes
him to Peter in his apartment] Ginger: And
that? That's Pete's honorary degree from LVSU. But he got it
off the internet.