Seriously, We’re Done Now, Right?
We continue our look at Victorian vampires in the funky 70s, and conclude our long series on Hammer’s Dracula films, with The Satanic Rites of Dracula. Having failed to die over and over and over, even Dracula has finally gotten tired of the shtick and hatches a plan to destroy all life on earth, thereby completing his journey from biological mutant to satanic demon and finally to Fu Manchu. Peter Cushing shows up to intently smoke cigarettes.
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Comments
Comment from KeithA
Time: October 12, 2007, 1:32 pm
Still, at least you took care of your Dracula problem.
Comment from kbegg
Time: October 14, 2007, 6:24 pm
I’ve seen this trick. The hoop he passes around her body has a hole in it.
Comment from Matthew Fudge
Time: October 15, 2007, 2:49 am
“Still, at least you took care of your Dracula problem.”
True, but it was quickly replaced by a Boy Geroge problem.
Comment from Matthew Fudge
Time: October 12, 2007, 3:46 am
Yeah, it’s not a bad movie, but depressing, like Frankenstien and the Monster from Hell. As if all the characters have suddenly realised that it’s all pointless because they always end up back at the beginning again. Like Blofeld going “sod it, James Bond always wins, what’s the point?”
On the other hand, I can assure you that pretty much every british movie made between 1972 and 1979 is grim, defeated and full of overwieght badly dressed people. Pretty much an entire country in a collective depression and the films tended to reflect that.