Sunday, 14 June 2015
The Shiver of the Vampires [Le Frisson des Vampires] (1971, Jean Rollin)
Not a lot else happens, to be honest, but there is much enjoyment to be had here: a gorgeous shot of a slain dove, its crimson blood spattering a coffin; the fey vampires' beautiful maids, scantily clad in diaphanous cloaks and not a lot else; interesting set dressings like a skellington fishtank; and a pounding bass-heavy jazzy score. The random ending, which finds the cuckolded and jilted for a corpse bridegroom firing his weapon uselessly into the air, could possibly have meaning read into it by those with a media studies degree and the inclination to use it, but personally i'm just in it for the sexy vampire chicks. And if you are of a like-minded persuasion, you can't go wrong with Rollin.