The Lost Boys
1987 ยท Director: Joel Schumacher
No debate. No deliberation. The Lost Boys is the vampire movie of the 1980s, full stop. Two brothers move to Santa Carla, California, and the older one immediately falls in with a gang of impossibly cool, leather-jacket-wearing vampires led by Kiefer Sutherland at the absolute peak of his menace. What follows is the perfect marriage of MTV aesthetics, genuine scares, and a deadpan comedy that sneaks up on you.
The genius of The Lost Boys is that it takes teenagers seriously as both heroes and monsters. Michael's slow transformation into a vampire is genuinely unsettling. The Frog brothers, self-appointed vampire hunters who work in a comic book store and treat every situation like trained military operatives, are absolutely ridiculous and completely right about everything. The film holds both of those truths at the same time without blinking.
Then there is the soundtrack. The saxophone player on the beach is one of the most inexplicably perfect images in 1980s cinema. Cry Little Sister plays over the opening credits and you are already lost. This film understood that being a vampire was mostly about style, and no 80s vampire movie had more of it.
It invented the template every cool vampire story has been copying ever since. Sutherland is iconic. The Frog brothers are iconic. The whole movie is iconic. If you have not seen it, that is the only important fact about you right now.