Review of The Vampire Lovers (1970) by R.john X — 25 Jan 2012
Vampirism as a metaphor for lesbianism. Thank good old J. Sheridan for that, the Irish perv. But watching Ingrid Pitt and Madeline Smith lean and faint and generally tip toe through the halls in their low swooping nighties/dresses makes for a compelling movie.
The fact that there is a vampire on the loose takes awhile to settle in - or at least I guess it does. I mean the Doctor and the General seem to know right away, which does little to stop the lower classes from being eaten.
Only when the Manor born languish do the men seem intent upon action. Such is the way of Hammer. Plodding third act slows the resolution and we never get a full explanation to who some of the more ominous figures are - such as the Camilla's Countess delivery service is or what happens to her.
Not to mention the pale man in black. Who the heck is he? Still, utterly enjoyable because did I mention the low cut dresses? Yes!
This review of The Vampire Lovers (1970) was written by R.john X on 25 Jan 2012.
The Vampire Lovers has generally received positive reviews.
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