Review: Lust for a Vampire
Set in Austria, Count and Countess
Karnstein (Mike Raven and Barbara Jefford) have managed to resurrect Mircalla,
previously seen in “The Vampire Lovers”, but this time with Danish-born
Yutte Stensgaard replacing Polish-born Ingrid Pitt. The Countess, who normally
goes by the name Countess Herritzen enrols the beautiful Mircalla at a posh
girls’ school as her niece. Here she seduces and feeds off the blood of nubile
young students, whilst occult/horror writer-turned-teacher Michael Johnson and
nerdy history teacher Ralph Bates find themselves besotted with the new
arrival. Christopher Neame can be seen amongst the torch-brandishing villagers
towards the end, whilst Pippa Steele (last seen in “The Vampire Lovers”)
once again plays a sapphically-inclined and ill-fated young woman.
Although it contains a healthy dose of
nudity, this 1971 Hammer film from director
Jimmy Sangster (director of “The Horror of Frankenstein” and
writer of “The Horror of Dracula”) and writer/producer Tudor Gates (who
co-wrote the cult classic “Barbarella”) is a real tease. It’s certainly
the weakest in the trilogy of female vampire films Hammer began with “The
Vampire Lovers” and concluded with “Twins of Evil” (both written by
Gates). Aside from not enough sex being had amongst the clearly horny school of
young ladies, it’s definitely the script that is to blame here. It’s just not
very good, with a lot of underdeveloped characters and confusion here and there.
In particular, the supposed connection between Michael Johnson’s
teacher/novelist and Yutte Stensgaard’s Carmilla/Mircalla is sorely lacking, as
though we’ve missed the scene that really sets it up.
I also think it was extremely cheap of
Hammer to not only hire a cut-rate Christopher Lee (Mike Raven, allegedly an
occultist in real-life who quit acting after his off-screen interests started
to overshadow his career) to play the not very interesting or necessary Count
Karnstein (Raven himself sounds more interesting!), but Sangster (who replaced
Terence Fisher at the last minute as director) has clearly and shamelessly
inserted shots of Lee’s infamous Dracula blood-shot eyes. It’s blatant, and
really quite disgraceful, making this film feel somewhat cheap and classless.
And that’s a shame, because in terms of set design, scenery captured by
cinematographer David Muir (“And Now For Something Completely Different”),
and the music score by Harry Robinson (“The Vampire Lovers”, “Twins
of Evil”), the film has genuine merit. Muir’s camerawork gets a little too
fancy at times, however, with dopey, out-of-place lip-licking POV shots that
just aren’t necessary.
Yutte Stensgaard (a pretty-eyed dead
ringer for ABBA’s Agnetha, if you ask me) didn’t have the happiest of times in
the acting profession, and in the lead role she may not be Ingrid Pitt (“The
Vampire Lovers”), but she is nonetheless pretty good as the alluring but
treacherous and aloof vampire seductress. She’s certainly miles ahead of her
leading man the merely OK Michael Johnson, but even he’s better than some
Hammer romantic leads I could name. Their love scene might be one of the most
unfortunately goofy in cinematic history because a) It’s set to the weirdest
and one of the worst love ballads of all-time called ‘Strange Love’, and b)
Stensgaard goes cross-eyed during the scene for God knows what reason. It’s a
very, very weird scene, almost comical.
Perhaps the best performance comes from
the underrated Ralph Bates, who really ought to have become the successor to
Christopher Lee, but it never quite happened for some reason. His performance
is a little mannered at times, but his Renfield-esque character is by far the
most interesting character in the film, and he is certainly the most
accomplished performer here (With all due respect to long-serving character
actress Barbara Jefford, whose Countess is seriously underdeveloped).
The fiery finale seems to come out of a “Frankenstein”
film more than a vampire film, but is undeniably exciting in an overall very
uneven film with too many characters with nothing to do. The film is never as
sexy or explicit as it should be, as British horror films of the period tended
to exercise restraint. That coupled with an uneven script, and the whole stupid
Mircalla/Carmilla thing (almost as stupid as ‘Johnny Alucard’ from “Dracula
AD 1972”) drag this Hammer entry down considerably.
Yutte Stensgaard and the other ladies are
sexy as hell and Ralph Bates is almost always entertaining to watch, but the
well-shot film isn’t one of Hammer’s best. There’s potential for one helluva
sexy film here, but all we get are some fantastic boobs and a little bit of
necking. Disappointing, if not worthless, this one’s just OK I’m afraid.
Rating: C+
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