The movies get it wrong -- all wrong. When a vampire is staked through the heart, there is no gory splatter of blood and viscera -- no dusty dissemination -- no howling -- no screeching. Nothing. Disappointingly, when staked, the bloodsucker of legend simply falls to the floor. And lays there. Limp as four a.m. coke dick. In a fetal position and staring straight ahead as though in shock. It's all a bit anticlimactic. You'd think one of the most powerful denizens of the supern