Sinners Lore: Remmick

When Sinners opened with Remmick descending from the sky but at the same time seemingly from nowhere like a fallen Angel of another world, I knew instantly: this wasn’t your average vampire.

The film doesn’t just reinvent vampirism it reclaims it, anchoring it in ancient Irish lore, rhythm, and mythic grief. Remmick isn’t just a monster. He’s a memory. And not one that goes quietly.

Irish Vampires Aren’t What You Think

We’re used to Dracula, Eastern European castles, and bats in the night. But Ireland has its own blood hungry spirits and they aren’t fanged aristocrats.

1. The Dearg-Due

Which directly translates to “Red Blood Sucker.”

A woman buried alive after betrayal, rising from the grave to seduce and drain men.

Not evil. Not cold. Just broken hearted, vengeful, and cursed to consume what once consumed her. Sound familiar?

2. The Abhartach

A warlord, undead and unkillable, who drinks the blood of his people to maintain power.

Buried upside down beneath a stone because no ritual could hold him.

His legend may be the true Irish root of Dracula, but he wasn’t about sex and capes. He was about unrelenting dominance, hunger, and fear.

Now imagine if both of these beings were one man, steeped in music, mythology, and centuries of cultural grief. That’s Remmick.

A Druid, Not a Demon

What if Remmick wasn’t a vampire at all?

What if he was a Druid, a spiritual leader, a guardian of rhythm, story, and soul?

Long before bloodlust, Remmick had the same gift Sammie has: the power to awaken the ancestral dead through music. That’s not vampirism. That’s divine resonance.

But then came destruction. Colonization. Silence.

His people were erased, his temple fell, and he chose undeath not to become a predator, but to preserve the songs no one else would sing.

His vampirism isn’t a curse. It’s a sacrifice.

The Fae’s Shadow in the Delta

Let’s talk about that chilling scene where Remmick telepathically forces an entire Southern Black crowd to dance to his Irish folk song.

That’s not just control. It’s Fae magic, weaponized.

In Irish lore, the Fae could charm mortals into endless dances.

They’d twirl until dawn, their bodies claimed by the rhythm and sometimes never returning.

So when Remmick does it? It’s not just haunting. It’s historic.

He’s using ancient glamour to force a culture born from pain, resilience, and soul to submit to his forgotten rhythm. He’s trying to rebuild his world through other people’s existence.

It’s not just a vampire scene.

It’s a colonial inversion.

It's a mythic possession.

Remmick and Oisín: The Same Soul, Different Fates

If you know Irish legend, you’ll see it: Remmick is Oisín, reimagined.

Oisín went to Tír na nÓg, the Land of Eternal Youth.

He stayed for 3 years. When he returned to Ireland, 300 years had passed.

The moment his foot touched mortal soil, he aged into dust. A poet erased by time.

Remmick is what Oisín would’ve become if he’d refused death.

If he’d clung to the old world so hard he bled it into the new one.

If he’d become immortal, not to live, but to remember.

So Who Is Remmick, Really?

He’s not a vampire.

He’s a Fae fallen into flame.

A Druid turned to darkness, not by nature, but by extinction.

A being who drinks blood not for hunger, but because it’s the only language he has left.

Remmick is a myth dressed as a monster.

He is Ireland’s forgotten echo, screaming through an American blues landscape.

And if that isn’t one of the most haunting, genre breaking creations in horror storytelling?

I don’t know what is.