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1.0 out of 5 stars
absolutely atrocious, 10 Jan 2005
This film is an appalling waste of time-- in fact when I watched it I was so bored I hit the Fastforward button with the intention of hitting Play again when it seemed to be livening up-- sadly it never did.To label this film 'horror' is something of a joke-- it's about as scary as Crackerjack doing a Dracula spoof-- the other reviewers' comments about the build-up of atmosphere, etc are just not true. And when a sequence has potential to be scary, eg the rising of the female vampires from their coffins (note: two of them (twins maybe?) look uncanninly like Sally Thomsett), it is ruined by some of the actresses grinning in an embarrassed way! Mind you, the fangs they are wearing are about as convincing as dangling a couple of pieces of Monster Munch from your bottom lip. The storyline is coherent enough in my opinion, but there are certain sequences added purely for titilation value-- the whole scene at the photographer's is completely gratuitous. The acting is terribly wooden-- apparently Rollin is one of these directors who employs non-actors, which in itself can be ok, but if you were going to cast a film using non-professionals then you'd hopefully have the sense to use people who are half-way decent instead of the worst performers imaginable. However, it does not take the greatest leap of understanding to realise the preferred attributes for which the majority of the cast were picked, suffice it to say practically every female in the film sheds her clothes at some point. Yet to call this film 'erotic' would also be completely overstating the case. A bland, uncomfortable flesh-show would be closer to the truth. Also, the photo itself of the castle, claimed to be so creepy and powerful if you listen to the script, is bland and badly taken. This is my first experience of the much lauded Jean Rollin, though I am more than familiar with a wide range of both horror movies and of the greatness of European cinema-- I can only conclude that Rollin is a hopeless amateur, a charlatan of the Emperor's New Clothes school of film-making and a sad voyeur.
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