Martin is a great film, easily another of Romero's classics - a shocking tale of vampires and psychotics, razor blades and sexuality from the fantastic opening sequence in a railway compartment through the desolate wasteland of Pittsburgh - and deals with a teenager called Martin who is forced to stay with an eccentric religious uncle, who believes him to be a vampire in a family with a long history of vampiric offspring. Is he really a vampire, or has he just some really messed up dysfunctional sexual desires? He searches out and drugs women in order to drink their blood, carefully hand-picking his prey, stalking them like a love-sick-obessive teenager, and able to cover up his every act. But he falls for a lady in the neighbourhood who makes him desire more than he can handle and threatens his hidden secret.