J. Sheridan le Fanu’s 1872 novel Carmilla, which predated Bram Stoker’s Dracula by a quarter-century, is
credited with originating the popular lesbian-vampire archetype. Accordingly,
the various film adaptations of Carmilla
are filled with Sapphic eroticism. To date, the most noteworthy adaptations is The Vampire Lovers, a co-production of
U.S. drive-in supplier American International Pictures and UK horror house
Hammer Films. Starring the lovely European actress Ingrid Pitt, the sleek and
titillating movie depicts the adventures of Mircalla Karnstein (Pitt), an
Austrian vampire who drifts from one noble household to the next, using aliases
to cover her tracks as she seduces nubile women and drains them of their blood.
Meanwhile, heroes including the bereaved father (Peter Cushing) of one of Mircalla’s
victims try to stop her killing spree.
Directed by Hammer stalwart Roy Ward
Baker, The Vampire Lovers tries to be
equal parts horror show and romance. At one extreme, the movie features gory
neck wounds and an onscreen decapitation. At the other extreme, The Vampire Lovers includes tender
scenes of Mircalla cuddling and kissing her sexy paramours. Thanks to Pitt’s
elegant presence, it’s possible to read the movie as a character study of a
woman torn between animalistic urges and emotional desires—but whenever Baker
cuts to leering scenes of topless women kissing, it becomes difficult to attribute
The Vampire Lovers with lofty
aspirations. After all, the picture includes such raunchy details as a dream
sequence in which a young woman imagines a giant cat pressing its mouth to her
nether regions. (Paging Dr. Freud!) Worse, the narrative runs out of gas about
halfway through, and the acting is highly inconsistent, with pretty starlet
Madeline Smith giving an especially vacuous performance.
Nonetheless, the
combination of blood and boobs proved attractive to audiences, so Vampire Lovers screenwriter Tudor Gates
was hired to write a pair of follow-up features that are known among Hammer
aficionados as the “Karnstein Trilogy.” The first sequel, Lust for a Vampire, is a simple romantic adventure revolving around
the reincarnated Mircalla (played this time by Yutte Stensgaard). After being
raised from the dead by cultish followers, Mircalla takes up residence at an
exclusive finishing school for young women, catching the eye of author Richard
Lestrange (Michael Johnson). Yet Mircalla hasn’t lost her taste for the ladies,
because she also sleeps with one of her sexy classmates. Alas, her other
appetites remain just as strong, so bodies start piling up in the countryside
around the school. Despite the presence of several beautiful starlets and a
generally salacious storyline, Lust for a
Vampire is exceedingly dull, since the audience can’t play along with the
narrative’s whodunit structure. Even the sexy stuff feels overly familiar,
although Gates has fun with a key scene—Mircalla, who finds unholy pleasure in
biting people, climaxes when her mortal lover goes down on her. (Oral-fixation
alert!) Nothing in Lust for a Vampire
feels frightening or new or urgent, so all that’s left to admire are the nubile
ladies and the usual slick Hammer production values.
Surprisingly, the series’
signature element of lesbian erotica is nearly absent from the final film, Twins of Evil, which is “noteworthy” for
featuring real-life siblings Madeleine and Mary Collinson, the first identical
twins to be named co-Playmates of the Month in Playboy, circa late 1970. Representing a slight improvement over Lust for a Vampire, the third
“Karnstein” movie reintroduces Peter Cushing to the series, albeit playing a
different role than the one he essayed in The
Vampire Lovers. Here, he’s a devout puritan who becomes guardian to a pair
of nieces (played by the Collinsons) when they are orphaned. One of the sisters
falls victim to the charms of a male vampire, Count Karnstein (Damien Thomas).,
which triggers the usual drill of townsfolk hunting for vampires as the corpses
accrue. The shortest of the “Karnstein” movies, Twins of Evil has the least to do with le Fanu’s source material.
Cushing’s presence helps tremendously, as does the vigorous musical scoring by
Henry Robertson, so Twins of Evil is
mildly watchable despite long stretches of tedium. And of course, like all
three of the “Karnstein” films, Twins of
Evil relies on nudity as heavily as it relies on gore, so fans craving skin
will find plenty to ogle.
The
Vampire Lovers: FUNKY
Lust
for a Vampire: LAME
Twins
of Evil: FUNKY
3 comments:
Twins of Evil, now theres a film that brings back such mixed memories for me. My very first viewing of the film was at the tender age of 10, in the company of about 20-30 other kids aged between 8 and 15. Believe it or not this was on the play list for my childhood youth club. A Church of England youth club.
I've never figured out if our parish council was attempting to scare the good word into us, or worse still, batting for the other side.
It was however nice to see Peter Cushing in one of his rarer unsympathetic roles.
I wish I could reply with a similarly absurd example -- say, being shown "Deliverance" before a Cub Scout camping trip -- but all I can do is marvel. As the kids say, SMH. Amazing.
Ms. Pitt was my favorite of the Hammer Glamour ladies!
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