In his feature directorial debut, del Toro (of Pan's Labyrinth fame) sets his personal style in stone: a fantasy-like bedtime story, combined with gruesome, bloody violence. A Geppetto-esque antique dealer accidentally runs into a small golden century-old sought after device called the "Cronos", which runs with an internal live insect, and offers its owner eternal youth by embedding metallic claws into their skin. Not only that, it turns the owner into a blood-sucking vampire (smart way to provide eternal youth). Like other del Toro fantasies, the allegory was lost on me, so I could care less.
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