My Heart Can't Beat Unless You Tell It To

Far from a horror movie, unless the quiet desperation of most lives is horror. These lives are a bit more desperate than most due to the little brother of the three siblings who star in this flick being a vampire. We don't know why he is dependent on people-blood but his two sibs go out and kill someone, usually a homeless person - someone nobody will come looking for. We don't know why they don't take him to a hospital to see what can be done, probably because it's supposed to be a horror. If I were to call it, this movie is actually a sorrow. It's a sorrow story rather than a horror story. The sorrow of loving someone who, through no fault of their own, must kill humans so he can drink their blood. He's young, frail, helpless and loving. Who wouldn't want to help him; but who would want to kill, even for him. This is the depressing story of three quiet, loving lives. The sister and two brothers live unto themselves. They do not socialize, except for her job and the brother going out to kill and bring back the kills. It's so sad it's an effort to watch. It's slow and plodding until a poorly planned kill, even though this must be his hundredth time, finally catches up to them, which precipitates the action. This movie mulls a lot over but it doesn't share.