MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY

A beautifull artist moonlights as a vampire while in Mexico, killing lovers of both sex. It seems that the only person who has any chance of stopping her reign of terror is her father.

Looking for a taste of Italian giallo, transported to the U.S., and made by a Mexican purveyor of art-horror exploitation? We’ve got you covered with this low-budget dose of ‘70s sleaze—a blood-soaked vampire thriller with queer sensibilities, that happens to be one of Tarantino’s favorite films.