Bloody when it needs to be yet gentle at its core, writer-director Tommy Stovall's vampire flick, Aaron's Blood, is a triumph. The filmmaker's son, Trevor, plays Tate, a 12-year-old hemophiliac who lives in Sedona, Arizona, with his father, Aaron (James Martinez), both of whom are grieving the recent death of Tate's mother. The day after receiving a blood transfusion, Tate no longer needs glasses, lifts the school bully up by the neck and, that night, bites the jugular of a man who has broken into the house, draining him dry. Yep, Tate is becoming a vampire.
Determined to save his son, Aaron goes in search of the vampire who infected Tate -- only his (or her) blood can stop the boy's transformation — a process that leads to the first of several clever plot turns, many of which are downright goofy and yet, like so much of the movie, oddly believable. Martinez is very good, with Aaron responding to the increasing weirdness of his situation not with horror-flick hysteria but rather an achingly sweet humanity. Stovall (Hate Crime) doesn't have quite as much fun with the beheadings and the neck biting as he should, perhaps, but Aaron's Blood makes up in heart what it lacks in gory glee. (Chuck Wilson)