The Vampires are having a flat meeting to discuss about the division of chores.

"What We Do in the Shadows" achieves something remarkable: it makes the undead feel utterly, hilariously alive. Through the lens of a mock documentary crew, we peer into the mundane existence of four vampires sharing a flat in New Zealand - a premise that could have been merely clever but instead proves inspired. Like the best mockumentaries, it understands that true comedy lies not in the supernatural elements, but in the delicious banality of everyday (or rather, everynight) life.

The film arrives just weeks before the Unholy Masquerade, a grand gathering of supernatural beings that looms over the narrative like a gothic prom night. But it's in the smaller moments - the squabbles over dishes, the passive-aggressive Post-it notes about cleaning blood stains - where the film finds its beating heart. The documentary format, previously wielded to devastating effect in works like "Borat," here serves as both storytelling device and sly commentary on our reality-TV obsessed culture.

What emerges is not just a comedy about vampires, but a sharp meditation on the nature of immortality itself. After all, what could be more darkly funny than eternal beings struggling with roommate dynamics?

What we have here is more than just a vampire comedy - it's a wickedly clever mirror held up to our modern social anxieties. The film sinks its teeth into everything from sexual identity to millennial malaise, but does so with the kind of knowing wink that makes the medicine go down smooth. Consider Viago, our fastidious vampire roommate, whose obsession with coasters and cleaning protocols isn't just played for laughs - it's a brilliant send-up of privileged sensitivity gone haywire. Here's a creature of the night more concerned with furniture stains than feeding, perfectly embodying that peculiarly modern affliction of caring too intensely about everything while missing the bigger picture.

The genius lies in how it transforms mundane roommate squabbles into metaphors for larger social commentary. When Viago nags about newspaper-lined feeding areas and proper dish-washing technique, we're really watching a satire of first-world problems played out in supernatural drag. It's the kind of detail that makes you laugh while simultaneously recognizing yourself in these immortal beings' all-too-human foibles.

The sheets didn't work.

Modern day vampire hypnosis and seduction.

Nick coming out to his best friend Stuart on being a Vampire

Time melts away during this mesmerizing film, leaving you hungry for more - a rare feat in today's landscape of bloated runtimes. After years of enduring the anemic offerings of vampire cinema (particularly the somnolent "Twilight" saga, where even the action sequences served as impromptu nap times), this film arrives like a transfusion of fresh blood into the genre.