Stylish erotic horror film from director Rollin that finds a man haunted by his forgotten childhood suddenly remembering a girl when he sees a photo of some ruins and a castle. As he tries to discover their locale he is drawn into a world of lies, secrets....and vampirism. Not as silly as it sounds this atmospheric tale is an enjoyable watch even as it scraps along the side of soft core erotica.
The first time I saw this, I was very impressed! Rollin lives up to his "undiscovered cult master" reputation here. Anyone attempting to watch this lasciviously will probably turn it off in frustration by minute 10, but what you get instead is a grindhouse Vertigo, building an atmosphere of mystery in the Feuillade/Franju tradition and sporting one of the smarter film-within-a-film moments known to postmodernism.
Is it wrong that ...I recently saw my babysitter from when I was 12 for the first time in twenty-something years (and am still wildly attracted to her), and this film has me ravenously hunting for her address/ contact info several states away? Probably problematic... (true story, perverse yes, but a carnal mist everyone can relate to, no? Wish me luck??)
Leave it to Jean.
Even though I wasn't that taken with it, I am still curious to see more from Jean Rollin. Too many sluggish thriller scenes and not enough surrealism to keep me captivated. Nice Gothic horror elelments though.
The ending is perverse and oddly touching. This is my third Rollin film and I like how he mixes the art film with the exploitation movies. Unfortunately, he's too ponderous and slow for a lot of modern film fans so he'll probably never catch on like someone like Russ Meyer.
Featuring neither the bizarre plots of his earliest films of the poetic lyricism of THE IRON ROSE, LIPS OF BLOOD exists somewhere in between as a strangely compelling exploration of childhood memory, as a man's repressed memories lead him to discover dark family secrets and a hidden vampire girl he has loved since he was a child. Packs a surprising emotional punch, more so than its predecessors.
Fully self-aware, charmingly impish and endearingly unpretentious, this is my favourite Rollin so far. A melodramatic, strangely innocent, gleeful Freudian romp through repressed memories, family trauma, sex, death and mother issues, leading to a triumphant (and super cute) victory over the REAL vampire of Psychic Baggage. Beautiful, disarmingly genuine & hilarious.
È esattamente lì, attraverso quella suggestiva carrellata circolare eseguita nella silenziosità di quei luoghi popolati di meravigliose "sentinelle" esangui, che la regia di Rollin si eleva con uno sguardo genuinamente contemplativo... http://visionesospesa.blogspot.it/2015/04/il-lirismo-vampirico-di-jean-rollin-2.html