Heh Megan. In all fairness I think horror comics were doing Romero style zombies (minus the brains thing) in the 40s and 50s. But the "slaves and don't feed them salt" thing was not Hollywood but a big default in written horror pre-hollywood. I can't remember Hollywood ever using the salt thing. I think Ray Bradbury did in a short story though. The "you must never feed zombies salt" was slipped in during the course of a short story. (I don't think they were called zombies.) And then as the very last line it was revealed that the wife of the owner of the zombies had felt sorry for them and slipped the poor things some salt peanuts to vary the monotony of their diet. Left to your imagination what happened next. The Bradbury version of an O'Henry twist.

Are we assuming the roots of zombies lie in voudoun? Because we lost that a long time ago, horror-wise, and I think that's for the best, considering the mess movies were making of the faith. While I'm sure it's not great for devotees to see zombies as insane killing machines, at least no one is butchering their rituals, instead depicting it as a self-sustaining infection.

Being Human is also dodgy with the staking--sort of a flip side to Buffy, where "heart" was a very loose term.

I happen to be reading the original novel Dracula right now (about halfway through -- Lucy has just died). The Count appears to have been seen at least once during the day, but by far most of his activities occur at night. Even very early on, when he's trying to act normal toward Jonathan Harker, he keeps Jonathan up all night and disappears during the day.

"Hm, I can be up all night and have amazing powers, or I can keep normal social hours and not be much more than the piddly humans. When shall I set my alarm clock for?"

I know which I choose.

Todd (My BF) says the sunlight kills vampire thing sources from the Nosferatu movie. It's an interesting questions, though, when does something go from "shit I just made up for plot convenience" to "no, for reals, that's how [insert mythological character of choice] are!"

Also, chalky pallor easier to get by with at night, whereas during the day it may result in being accosted by Edgar Winter fans.

if they make a dracula movie about dracula, based on the book, I think it should be faithful to the book.

Agreed. And I'd like to point out that at no point in the novel does Jonathan Harker say "whoa!"

at no point in the novel does Jonathan Harker say "whoa!"

I haven't finished the novel yet, but I suspect that he'd only say that if he were talking to a horse.

Superman is different, I think, because he belongs to Siegel and Shuster. I just did a little searching and found that, prior to Stoker, most vampires were described as bloated and ruddy. I think if your creature goes back before written history, you've got free rein.

Again, I disagree. What happens with the great narratives is that they're retold, again and again, with a certain degree of interpretation and change over time -- Charles Perrault had Little Red Riding Hood eaten by the wolf; the Grimm Brothers had her survive. But at the root is the same story.

But what happens is that a version of the stopry becomes dominant -- Grimm for Little Red Riding Hood, Stoker for vampires, the mainstream comic book continuity for Superman -- and every iteration after that is both beholden and in competition with it. If it degenerates too far from the "master" narrative, and fails to transform into its own mythology, then it begins to ring untrue, and degenerate.

at no point in the novel does Jonathan Harker say "whoa!"

I haven't finished the novel yet, but I suspect that he'd only say that if he were talking to a horse.

In another universe, there is movie version of Dracula, in which Keanu Reeves plays Jonathan Harker, and they had to edit a lot of "whoa"s out.

Again, I disagree. [...] But at the root is the same story.

While I'm probably more of a hardliner than Laga is, she just has a different definition of what constitutes the same story. Your vampires need darkness (but Bram Stoker's didn't). Hers need bloodlust. Mine need evil, or a damned good excuse not to be. I know people think the souls and the chip were pussyfying, but they worked for me.