In 'Blacula' an African prince has a difference of opinion with Dracula over the benefits of slavery so Dracula curses him to a life of the undead and names him 'Blacula', years later in 1970s L.A. Dracula's belongings are bought by 2 gay dudes because of its camp value although how much camp value there is in a dusty old coffin, I'm not too sure, anyway they crack open the coffin and there Blacula is to suck them dry. In 'Scream Blacula Scream' Blacula is brought back from the dead (or is that the undead?) and enlists a voodoo queen ( the sultry Pam Grier) to lift the vampiric curse while feeding off half of L.A. on the way. Both films are pretty good slices of blaxploitation/ exploitation/ draxploitation or whatever genre you want to file them in, there's some great music, the odd laugh and enough to keep you interested until the finale. Marshall Williams has a voice that shakes your bones and an hour and a half spent in the company of Pam Grier is never time wasted.