This film is a forgotten gem, as evocative of Dracula done well as it is of the seventies. Although a spoof, it is extremely reverent to the story of the world's most famous vampire - it's just that Bram Stoker never got round to telling us what the Count might be doing in 1979.
The answer is: getting kicked out of his castle by angry villagers and bureaucrats in the pocket of Ceausescu ('without me, Transylvania will be about as exciting as Bucharest...on a Monday night'), catching a plane to New York with loyal servant Renfield and his penchant for eating the sort of thing Ant and Dec force down your throat on 'I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here!' and tracking down the girl of his dreams.
The gags may be juvenile, but they're priceless: Van Helsing's ancestor trying to exorcise Dracula with a Star of David, rather than a crucifix; the Count being mugged in the Bronx; alcohol in someone's bloodstream giving him a hangover.
Totally brilliant. I can never hear that cheesy disco favourite 'I Love the Nightlife (Disco Round)' without thinking of this film. A triumph!