Not especially scary but involving, Scott Leberecht’s “Midnight Son” follows cult faves “Martin,” “Habit” and “The Hamiltons” in offering a low-key, “realistic” take on vampirism as addiction, complete with protags requiring syringes and tubes to get the crimson they need. Theatrical prospects are probably slender — sadly, since pic has much of the character heft lacking in most mainstream horror — but ancillary signups should be healthy.
Young Jacob (impressive Zak Kilberg) is a pale, spindly, androgynous night-shift worker who avoids sunlight due to a purported skin condition. (He’s got the burn marks to prove it.) “Your body’s telling me you’re malnourished, yet you say you’re eating like a horse. One of you is lying,” a doctor diagnoses. Turns out he’s on the wrong diet, as this shy nice-guy discovers when accidental exposure to human blood leads to rapidly escalating needs and aggression — even as he finds love with the edgy party girl (Maya Parish) who introduces his hitherto private paintings (plaintively depicting sunrises and sunsets he’ll never see) to the Los Angeles gallery scene. Perfs, design contributions and overall assembly are expert on a budget.