The horror genre's biscuit dunked into reassuring tea: the expected late-period Hammer Mittel-European frolics in crushed velvet and Kensington Gore. Apart from the slightly off-kilter rhythm and a colourful art direction overlaying the expected incidence of incised necks and loosely concealed breasts, it's business much as usual.
In the first 12 minutes, we get a dead kid, vampiric sex, impalement, throats slashed wide open. Then a bat flies out of the eye socket of a human skull - cue the opening credits in a neon pink font! This is simply one of the most surreal, sexualized, violent, and imaginative horror films I have ever seen in my life. If you think vampires have lost their bite in pop culture, watch this flick. Long live Hammer horror.