A vampire bordello hidden in a funeral home should be wicked fun. Instead, Bordello of Blood stumbles between snickering one-liners, rubbery effects, and a finale that finally shows the movie it could have been. We crack it open with a candid look at why the humor wears thin, how the horror gets undercut, and where the chaos behind the scenes bleeds onto the screen. We start with the promise: a Tales from the Crypt setup that winks at camp and invites gleeful excess. Then comes the letdown. ...