I've thought long and hard on this one.  I could have come out right after I saw it and reviewed it in a fit of pissed off fan rage.  I didn't.  Doesn't mean the rage didn't die down.  I just kept myself in control.  But I wanted to think of something to say that hasn't been said already in terms of The Tribe reviews.  Alas, no words came to mind.  For a writer, that's a shocker. 

But then I took a picture and it said more than my mouth ever could.  It says everything I feel about that half-assed-remake-passed-off-as-a-sequel and then some.  It's poignant, precise and adept.  I wish I could have said it better myself but I couldn't.  I am shamed because of that.

What follows is my official, pictorial review of Lost Boys: The Tribe.  This was taken at Twin Lakes beach in Santa Cruz, California.  The spirit of the original Lost Boys was with me and coaxing me on.  I know they approved.  I hope you will too.