Hammer’s Dracula Has Risen from the Grave arrives not as a resurrection, but as an accusation. This is not the aristocratic seducer of Horror of Dracula, nor the vengeful revenant of Prince of Darkness. This Dracula is something more corrosive and more disturbing: a consequence. A curse summoned not by ritual, but by guilt. A…
If Dracula (1958) was Hammer’s resurrection — the blood-soaked birth of modern Gothic horror — then The Brides of Dracula was the sermon that followed. This is Terence Fisher’s cathedral of the damned, his hymn to sin and salvation sung through fangs and candlelight. It is also a paradox — the Dracula film without Dracula,…
There’s something about the red velvet and candlelight of Hammer’s Dracula that feels almost sinful. Not just because it redefined horror, but because it seduced it. Before 1958, cinematic vampires were ghostly aristocrats, whispering through cobwebbed castles in black-and-white shadows. But Hammer Films — in their usual, gloriously excessive way — didn’t just want to…
As a horror fan, whenever I mention enjoying any specific monster movie, I’ve grown used to having another horror fan pop out jump scare-style to say, “I like slasher movies because they’re realistic. It’s something that could really happen!” If you “just don’t relate” to people facing monsters, films like Renfield (2023) (screenplay by Ryan…