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A Wacky, Broadway Nightmare: Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s ‘Once More, With Feeling’ Turns 20
I admit: I was only a casual Buffy the Vampire Slayer viewer. During the show’s run (1997-2003), I tuned it on occasion, finding great delight in Sarah Michelle Gellar’s wonderfully empowering turn as the titular vampire hunter, but it was never an obsession among my core group of friends. I have, of course, come around to the show since, and its fantastical storytelling holds a special place in my ghoulish, cold heart. More than any other episode, it’s the much-lauded “Once More, with Feeling,” a musical extravaganza bursting with heart-pounding choruses and aw-shucks quirk, that I hold most dear. Twenty years later, it remains one of the greatest episodes of television and musicals ever created.
The power of musicals courses in my DNA. I grew up transfixed by such landmark cinematic feats as The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Little Shop of Horrors, and The Wizard of Oz, as well as Broadway productions like Into the Woods and Rent. So, imagine my wonderment in beholding “Once More, with Feeling” for the very first time. Picture this: a wide-eyed, very green, and totally “straight” 18-year-old witnessing the sweeping, orchestra-driven opening number and being transformed as one is after a baptism. “I just wanna be alive!” Buffy bellows, as she wanders aimlessly through a fog-imbued cemetery, knocking off various dead things. Those words, that performance, Gellar’s command onscreen sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I was in for quite a ride, but I never expected such thrilling musical compositions befitting a high-budget Broadway show.
In the summer of 2004, I worked as an intern for a local stage theatre company and befriended resident Buffy stans Allison and Alan, two good friends still to this day. I remember the experience like it was yesterday and how they gushed unapologetically about the show and this must-see musical bonanza. If memory serves, it all started when Allison, the costume shop manager and designer, belted along to the soundtrack playing through the company CD boombox. I can see it all now: Allison toiling away on a piece of fabric on the sewing machine while harmonizing with “I’ll Never Tell,” her voice carrying all the way up the stairwell to the theatre lobby. I’d never heard such rhapsody; obviously, I followed the sound of her voice, soon to discover what would become a defining moment of my young adulthood. A few days later, Allison invited me over to her place to witness the episode for myself. It’s not hyperbolic to say that I owe her everything for changing my life.
With music and lyrics entirely written/composed by show creator/director Joss Whedon, who has recently been accused of on-set abuse, “Once More, with Feeling” depicts the haunting of a musical demon, who forces the townsfolk of Sunnydale to spontaneously break into song. Buffy has recently been resurrected from the bowels of Hell, thanks to Willow (Alyson Hannigan) using magic, and finds herself with the opening song “Overture / Going Through the Motions” feeling listless and lethargic about her life. She’s far less inspired these days to save the world, and even the cold dead ones trailing behind have picked up on this cosmic shift. “I’ve been going through the motions, walking through the part. Nothing seems to penetrate my heart,” she laments. Two vampires and a demon admit in response, “She does pretty well with fiends from hell, but lately we can tell that she’s just going through the motions, faking it somehow.”
The emotional set-up teased the episode’s thematic strengths, particularly the dissection of depression and anxiety. Only a year prior to watching the episode, I’d found myself nearly as lifeless as Buffy. Her outright admission of her condition was a courageous first step, later to come full circle with the glorious finale “Something to Sing About.” In the summer of 2003, I first tried to kill myself, gobbling up a bottle of Tylenol to alleviate a similar sort of mysterious monster. Even now, I’m not even sure where such suffocating, dreadful thoughts came from; it was as if a demon, once lurking only in the shadows, had, in its hour, finally sprung to consume me whole. I still struggle most days, but “Once More, with Feeling” remains an essential source of great comfort, namely the soundtrack.
With Buffy’s string-bound show-stopper, Whedon also primed you for the sort of musical feast in which you were about to partake. Emotional lyrics contrasted as a blanket of stars against the darkness swirling with the orchestra, heavenly yet remarkably eerie. Immediately, the characters realize that perhaps random musical numbers were not quite normal and together, they brainstorm for a solution with the first ensemble piece, “I’ve Got a Theory,” laced with Anya’s (Emma Caulfield) playfully absurd rock musical eruption “Bunnies,” detailing her fear of bunnies and their “twitchy little noses,” before segueing effortlessly into the saccharine, guitar-hooked “If We’re Together.”
“We have to try. We’ll pay the price. It’s do or die,” the cast sings in unison, before Buffy reminds everyone, “Hey, I’ve died twice.” Buffy walked through literal fire and lived to tell the tale, her playful self-deprecation notwithstanding. It was always her selfless nature and proclivity to sacrifice her own life that made her an iconic hero 一 but even heroes battle inner darkness. The pressure to be the hero becomes a story linchpin, and with nothing left to lose, she carries the cross anyway.
The stakes rise even higher when Buffy learns the entire town has been taken hostage by musical torment. Townspeople break into song about mustard stains (“The Mustard”) and getting a parking ticket (“The Parking Ticket”), humorous bite-sized pieces leading to the episode’s grander and more significant beats. Claiming to have a “volume-y text” about “mystical chants and boknals” back at their house, Tara (Amber Benson) and Willow, giddy and in love, rush off into the afternoon sun. Instead of doing anything useful, Tara launches into the tangy sweet “Under Your Spell,” declaring how much Willow changed her life. Benson’s soft vocal is pulverizing, slipping into her head voice as an angel truly blessed. “Your power shone brighter than any I know,” she coos.
The following day, Anya and Xander (Nicholas Brendon) enjoy an early-morning snuggle before breakfast. “Will you still make me waffles when we’re married?” Anya asks her groom-to-be. “I’ll only make them for myself, but by California law, you will own half of them,” he quips, giving her a quick peck on the nose. Their irritation with each other bubbles right below the surface, and the only way they can properly communicate is through song, of course. “I’ll Never Tell” emerges as one of the cheekier moments with Anya and Xander finally confessing their many pet peeves for one another. Their most hilarious exchange is below:
Xander: “I talk”
Anya: “He breezes”
Xander: “She doesn’t know what please is”
Anya: “His penis got diseases from a chumash tribe”
Structured in a call and response format, frequently found in popular music (The Who’s “My Generation” is a common example), Xander and Anya come to a mutual understanding. In venting their long-held grievances, including the admission they’re actually “petrified” to get married, they find validation, and their love only grows stronger and more resilient. Whedon further pulls the proverbial rug out from under the listener/viewer with an “Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better”-approved face-off. “Look at me! I’m dancin’ crazy!” barks Anya, scooting her furry slippers across the floor. The absurdity of the moment punctuates the emotional truth rumbling under the surface. In the end, the payoff is well worth it. “I’ve tried, but there’s these fears I can’t quell,” they sing, coming together. If you weren’t charmed before, you sure are now.
Unable to find the answers on her own, Buffy confronts Spike (James Marsters), her former nemesis, who is now in love with her, later that night to find out what he thinks about the strange occurrences. “Come to serenade me?” he asks, then offers her a swill of whiskey. “I remain immune, happy to say,” he adds. Funny enough, he pours all his frustrations over unrequited love into the roak-soaked “Rest in Peace,” much to Buffy’s visible displeasure. Mid-song, the two eventually make their way to the cemetery during a funeral procession and fall down into an open grave. “I died so many years ago. You make me feel like it isn’t so,” he begins, unraveling his tattered heartstrings. But Buffy remains unmoved, paralyzed by her own anxiety-addled thoughts to even entertain the notion of love, much less with Spike.
Meanwhile, Tara suggests to Buffy’s little sister Dawn (Michelle Trachtenberg) that Willow “has a lead on the whole musical extravaganza evil 一 this demon that can be summoned. Some Lord of the Dance,” she says. Dawn, thinking she may be the cause of the group’s troubles, deflects to bring up a previous dispute between Tara and Willow. “I’m glad you guys made up,” she plasters a wide smile on her face.” Tara is taken aback, “What?” “That fight you guys had about magic and stuff. It gives me belly rumblings when you guys fight.” Suspecting Willow of erasing her memory, Tara rushes off to the Magic Box, leaving Dawn alone with her own impenetrable sadness. “Does anybody even notice? Does anybody even care?” she weeps over a somber acoustic guitar on the tender “Dawn’s Lament,” abruptly interrupted by three of the dancing demon’s minions, appropriately dressed as Slappy the Dummy.
Dawn’s expression of her own depression here suggests how frequent it hides in plain sight. Those who appear fine on the surface, much like such artists as Robin Williams, are aching and only wanting to be heard. These subtle, but obvious, clues are part of what makes “Once More, with Feeling” such a brilliant episodic adventure. It’s far more than combating some unknown entity, but it is what lies beneath the conspicuous disturbances that requires equal attention.
Captured and bound, Dawn is then transported to The Bronze where she launches into an interpretative dance against the nightmarish musical interlude, “Dawn’s Ballet,” in her attempt to escape. It’s all for naught, however, and she soon comes face-to-face with the demon, simply known as Sweet (Hinton Battle), making the most extra entrance with a tap-dance routine to “What You Feel.” His zoot suit is stylish and perfectly pressed. Sweet charms his way with a jazz lounge act, and you almost forget he’s the villain of this saga. Almost. “I come from the imagination, and I’m here strictly by your invocation,” he sings, inviting her to “dance a while” so he can make her his darling queen in Hell.
As she pleads for her life (“I’m fifteen, so, this queen thing’s illegal,” she sings), Dawn accidentally lets it slip that her sister’s the slayer. “Find her!” he tells his ventriloquist henchmen. “Tell her… tell her everything.” They quickly scamper off into the night.
While working through personal troubles 一 Giles (Anthony Stewart Head) realizing he must let Buffy lead in her responsibilities to care for Dawn (“Standing”) and Tara in her relationship with Willow (“Under Your Spell / Standing – Reprise”), Spike captures one of the dummies, who relays Sweet’s devilish plans to the group. “Buffy’s going alone,” Giles pipes up. In this moment, firmly believing Buffy possesses the power to stop Sweet, much to Spike’s protest, Giles forces Buffy to take charge even if she doesn’t quite want to. “You’re really not coming?” she asks, visibly hurt. “It’s up to you, Buffy,” he replies, quietly stern. “What do you expect me to do?” “Your best.”
Still reeling from this harsh reality, and contending with ongoing mental health, Buffy forges ahead into the cold, dark night and embraces whatever the future might be. “Walk Through the Fire” reads as Buffy’s swan song, her final cry as she rides into battle. Her very life is on the line, and whichever way the dominos may fall, she prepares for every possibility. “Why can’t I feel? My skin should crack and peel / I want the fire back,” she pleads. It’s like a switch, a mental flip somewhere down a cavernous hole in your soul. Once you’ve attempted suicide, and lived, there often comes a monumental shift in perspective about life and death 一 at least from my vantage point, the last time I tried to kill myself transformed something inside of me. You brave forward, even if you really don’t want to.
“Now, through the smoke she calls to me, to make my way across the flame,” she sings, the music slowly building and burning brighter. “To save the day or maybe melt away. I guess it’s all the same.” With these lines, in particular, Buffy takes ownership over her mental state and faces her predicament with purpose, even if she remains resigned to her lot.
Spike quickly joins in, toiling over his own plight, “The torch I bear is scorching me, and Buffy’s laughing I’ve no doubt. I hope she fries. I’m free if that bitch dies! I better help her out.”
Beginning as her opus, “Walk Through the Fire” is not only a sterling solo showcase but the episode’s best ensemble piece, as Giles, Anya, Tara, Willow, and Xander unite on the chorus and later have their own one-off interjections. “So one by one, they turn from me. I guess my friends can’t face the cold. But why I froze, not one among them knows and never can be told,” Buffy sighs.
Many individuals with mental health issues frequently find themselves isolated from the world, feeling as though those they love have abandoned them; perhaps, it’s the fact of the matter, or it’s completely self-constructed delusions. In “Once More, with Feeling,” it’s quite literal, and the characters soon realize the error of their ways, as mirrored with the layering of vocal parts in the last third of the song. Buffy’s lines begin bleeding into Tara’s and so on. One by one, vocal lines tumble like a house of cards, in almost a Stephen Sondheim complexity.
The group performance could be a finale in and of itself, but it’s nothing compared to “Something to Think About.” A Buffy solo provoked in her confrontation with Sweet, to whom she offers to switch places with Dawn, it embodies Buffy’s feelings about life and death. “Where’s there’s life, there’s hope. Everyday’s a gift. Wishes can come true,” she gathers up a renewed will to live. “Whistle while you work. So hard all day to be like other girls, to fit in in this glittering world.”
Amidst her performance, Giles realizes she “needs backup,” with first Tara and Anya playing supportive dancer roles. Musically, “Something to Think About” jarringly flips between introspective ballad and funky shake-down. Moments later, the production all crumbles away, leaving only a piano and Buffy’s admission that she was never in hell to begin with. “There was no pain, no fear, no doubt ‘till they pulled me out… of heaven,” she sings over a chilling minor chord. Buffy had escaped her own personal hell, raging like chained demons inside her skull, and found true bliss in the afterlife. Gellar’s performance haunts me as she glides into the last few lines: “So that’s my refrain / I live in Hell ‘cause I’ve been expelled from Heaven,” she sings, cutting deep into the core of what it feels like to want to die. You believe you’re worthless, and a toxic cycle of thinking becomes your own self-imposed Hell.
This truth hits Willow like a ton of bricks as much it does the viewer, but what’s done is done. As a result, Buffy is sent into a dancing whirlwind until she literally smokes 一 and only Spike can stop her, grabbing her shoulders. “Life’s not a song. Life isn’t bliss. Life is just this: it’s living,” he sings, begging her “to go on living, so one of us is living.” It’s Spike’s outstretched hand that saves her. It’s not undertaking yet another life and death crusade. It’s not being left abandoned, scrambling to uncover inner strength. It’s compassion from another human being. It’s a support system. It’s the knowing that if you’re OK, you’ll have someone else to catch you in your darkest moments.
Now, that’s something worth singing about.
Tying up loose ends, Dawn subsequently claims (once again) that she never summoned a demon. “It was in the shop,” Giles muses. “Then, one of us probably…” He trails off for a moment, and Xander slowly raises his hand behind him. “I didn’t know what was going to happen!” he whines. “I just thought there were going to be dances and songs.” He then offers to be Sweet’s Queen. “It’s tempting,” the dancing demon considers. “I’ll think we’ll waive the clause just this once.”
Naturally, Sweet takes the stage one last time with “What You Feel – reprise.” “All those secrets you’ve been concealing. Say you’re happy now, once more with feeling,” he croons with an intoxicating smokiness. His words hang thick in the air, underscoring the complete arc of the episode: once ridden with anxiety and depression, and feeling alone in her battles, Buffy comes to greater appreciation for life and those she loves. The somber “Where Do We Go from Here?” and “Coda” turn the gaze upon the viewer and leave them to confront their own role in all this. “Where do we go from here?” the ensemble ponders, the music crescendoing with dramatic flair.
Twenty years on, Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s “Once More, with Feeling” manages to be a campy good time, a masterfully produced musical, and a provocative conversation piece about mental health. Since my very first viewing, I’ve listened to the soundtrack scores of times and under very different conditions, from the shower to the morning jog, and like all great musicals, the songs more than hold their own. Despite Joss Whedon’s on-set behavior, which is absolutely unacceptable and downright loathsome, he was nothing short of a genius when he set about writing and creating one of the greatest musicals ever made. As far as I’m concerned, “Once More with Feeling” is a top tier musical and right up there with the likes of Little Shop of Horrors.
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Neon-Soaked Cult Classic ‘Vamp’ Starring Grace Jones Still Has Bite 40 Years Later
College kids, strippers and vampires—those were Donald P. Borchers’ only requirements when he approached Richard Wenk about writing and directing a movie for New World Pictures. As requested, Wenk cooked up Vamp (1986), a tailor-made blend of the decade’s teen movie craze as well as its horror boom.
Grim and earnest stories were still very much a part of the ’80s horror landscape, yet Vamp is something of a comedy. One difference between it and, say, Saturday the 14th, though, is the former avoids using schtick. Wenk’s movie proves that horror comedies also don’t have to subtract thrills from their recipes. Of course, it takes a minute before reaching that point; college antics and culture shocks preface this one macabre misadventure.
Vamp‘s initial setup is apt for a typical college-set, sex-driven comedy; to bribe their way into a fraternity house, two pledges (Chris Makepeace, Robert Rusler) go looking for some adult entertainment. Without wasting time on any further exposition, the characters embark on an all-in-one-night trip that quickly detours into terror.
To procure their elusive MacGuffin—a stripper willing to gyrate for some frat boys—Keith (Makepeace) and AJ (Rusler), plus a third wheel named Duncan (Gedee Watanabe), trade the safety of their remote college campus for the seediness of some unnamed city. The setting is recognizably L.A. by day, but as soon as night falls, downtown, along with the characters, slips into a kind of surreal universe. Director of photography Elliot Davis gave this early entry on his prolific résumé an unusual yet distinctive look; that Mario Bava-esque, magenta-green lighting is omnipresent, so much so that it’s almost its own character.

Chris Makepeace and Robert Rusler in Vamp
The faint comparisons to Martin Scorsese’s After Hours are merited, although not just because of Vamp’s distinguishing nighttime aesthetic. Save for the primary characters, the supporting roles in Wenk’s movie are also quite colorful and transactional in their behavior. The difference here, though, is the additional urge to ruin Keith and his friends at every turn. Some of that harm is humorous and tolerable enough, whereas the moment Vamp dishes out its first fatality, it’s abundantly clear how this movie qualifies as horror.
Vamp falls into that category of horror movie that reveals its genre with a scream rather than a series of whispers. The opening scene can function as a hint of what lies ahead—things are not at all what they appear to be—but otherwise, Wenk is more than happy to hold off on the horror. When that time does come, though, it catches the viewer off guard. In addition to the pure shock value is that sudden decision to upend the movie’s foremost feature. Or so it would seem.
If afraid of major spoilage, those new to Vamp would be wise to stop reading here. There’s just no skirting around the fact that the central fellowship in this buddy movie hits a serious snag when AJ is killed. That development causes the story to become more of a “long, bad night” journey for Keith and his romantic interest. So while Wenk scores points for subverting expectations, there is also a touch of sadness in his decision. Because if Vamp does anything well, it’s making the characters likable.
Something that comes easily to Vamp—and other teen horror movies from this same era—is its ability to invent young characters worth caring about, or at the very least, are interesting and not so immediately off-putting. More impressive is how Wenk did all this without actually fleshing out those characters. Still and all, Keith and his kind are a grade above cookie-cutter, and in some cases, aren’t completely devoid of growth.

Grace Jones in Vamp
Vamp appeals with an assorted cast of characters. No two are the same, nor are they operating on the same wavelength. The cinematically extroverted AJ, whose actor conveyed charm and vulnerability in near equal amounts, comes alive when he’s at his most undead. Makepeace then makes the chronically cautious Keith a sympathetic fellow, even as he’s more and more affected by the night’s bizarre events. Meanwhile, Duncan is indeed the designated loser of the whole bunch, but Watanabe still manages to humanize him. As a bonus, the role didn’t require him to pull a Long Duk Dong.
As for Dedee Pfeiffer, she is plain adorable as the mysterious After Dark server nicknamed “Amaretto”. She spends all night fixing her dress strap while at the same time trying to get Keith to remember how he knows her. As their offbeat romance grows, it becomes another highlight of this movie. Whether or not Pfeiffer’s character is really a vampire also creates some welcome tension in the story.
Like a lot of its contemporaries, Vamp went on to become a bit of a cult classic. That current status is determined by several factors, but without a doubt, the casting of Grace Jones is the most considerable. The image of her writhing on that unique-looking chair, a Keith Haring original, springs to mind whenever this movie is brought up.

Chris Makepeace, Billy Drago and Paunita Nichols in Vamp
Prior to that first display of unequivocal horror, local vampire queen Katrina (Jones) took to the stage and delivered a strip show like no other. One would expect nothing less from that renowned model and performance artist. By now reports of Jones’ tardiness on set are no secret, yet it’s also hard to deny her commitment to the part of Katrina. It was, in fact, Jones who took charge of her character’s appearance—on top of Haring painting her body and that now-iconic chair, she had Andy Warhol handle her costuming. And not too many actors could seize a room’s attention without saying a single line of dialogue.
In 2022, Vamp received a retrospective novelization from Encyclopocalypse. This literary union of preexisting source material—Wenk’s original screenplay—and new ideas from author Christian Francis amounts to a more comprehensive visit to the After Dark Club. The basic story there is no different than what’s shown on screen; however, Francis gets creative with the characters’ origins and designs, and he enhances a number of key scenes.
The novelization expands on the urban and social decay of the main setting, and supplies a background for the After Dark Club. Sandy Baron’s character, Katrina’s emcee and familiar, is given ample motivation for sticking around; up until the fiery end, he is loyal to his friend and former business partner “Squeak”, who looks like he was “fed through a combine harvester, and left as nothing more than a heap of mangled remains”. Then there is Billy Drago’s character Snow, the leader of a street gang called The Dragons. His reason for menacing Keith and AJ is more altruistic than in the movie; he and his peers act tough to scare off any potential food for the vampires.

Lisa Lyon in Vamp
If not for all the backstories, Francis’ Vamp would be a hell of a lot shorter. Instead, this tie-in read dives into how AJ met Keith—the orphaned Anthony Joseph hailed from a broken home back in Brooklyn—and how their friendship flourished over the years. Keith’s archership is no longer just an assumed part of his entire being; it’s a confidence-building extracurricular for a boy who got picked on before coming into the protection of the new kid in town. These supplemental, in-depth looks at the protagonists, plus their close connection, are maybe unnecessary. The movie already did a fair and concise job of addressing their platonic intimacy without the need for flashbacks and insights, specifically in that scene where AJ lays it all out as he sacrifices himself.
Where the novelization gets off course is its approach to the minor characters. Intermittently backstorying the likes of Katrina’s indentured servants, Seko (Leila Hee Olsen) and Vlad (Brad Logan), ends up disturbing the flow of the writing. Was it absolutely essential that readers know Vlad was the Grand Duke of the House of Romanov, or how Snow’s accomplice Maven (Paunita Nichols) became so dentally challenged? No, not really. However, one’s mileage with these random biographies may vary.
The novelization is a more substantial experience, but for a movie like Vamp, less is more. And as plentiful as they are, it never simply coasts on its campy charms, either. The character work sits comfortably in that realm between cursory and meticulous, the script is sharper than first realized, and Greg Cannom’s vampire makeup is straightforward yet effective. Most of all, the movie didn’t squander its out-of-the-box concept. Richard Wenk made his vision of a “comic nightmare in which just about anything that can go wrong does” come true, and it is very enjoyable.





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