If you thought we were done with the aristocratic blood-suckers of the 1970s, think again. We are staying firmly planted in the foggy, cleavage-heavy landscape of Hammer’s experimental era. So, put on your most dramatic mourning veil and prepare for a masterclass in vanity, because we are dissecting the 1971 classic, Countess Dracula. Now, before…
I wasn’t sure if I was going to cover the Karnstein trilogy. Mainly because as a series of movies, they’ve always struck me more as ‘Carry On Horror,’ and though that might not be 100% fair, these films, staring with The Vampire Lovers, are the moment Hammer realized flesh sold faster than fear. They are,…