A group of horny swingers decide to crash at the ramshackle abode of vampire Count Spatula (lanky legendary 70's porn stud John Holmes sporting powdered gray hair).
Director Modunk Phreezer keeps the silly story moving along at a snappy pace and maintains an amiable tongue-in-cheek tone throughout (the count is afraid of mice and an amusing running gag has the bumbling bloodsucker constantly stepping on mouse traps that are scattered all over his dilapidated home). F.N. Spelling's blithely inane script trots out such endearingly creaking clichés as the rundown house in the middle of nowhere and the whole thing transpiring on your proverbial dark and stormy night. The gals are all real hot and pretty; it's always a pleasure to see the ever-yummy Sandy Dempsey getting naked and naughty. Moreover, the sex scenes are quite raunchy and energetic (if obviously simulated), with a lesbian threesome providing the definite scorching highlight. Sigfried Von Wanghunt's funky-griding score hits the get-down groovy spot while the rough cinematography by Jose Wrecks does the trick. Good dippy fun.
Director Modunk Phreezer keeps the silly story moving along at a snappy pace and maintains an amiable tongue-in-cheek tone throughout (the count is afraid of mice and an amusing running gag has the bumbling bloodsucker constantly stepping on mouse traps that are scattered all over his dilapidated home). F.N. Spelling's blithely inane script trots out such endearingly creaking clichés as the rundown house in the middle of nowhere and the whole thing transpiring on your proverbial dark and stormy night. The gals are all real hot and pretty; it's always a pleasure to see the ever-yummy Sandy Dempsey getting naked and naughty. Moreover, the sex scenes are quite raunchy and energetic (if obviously simulated), with a lesbian threesome providing the definite scorching highlight. Sigfried Von Wanghunt's funky-griding score hits the get-down groovy spot while the rough cinematography by Jose Wrecks does the trick. Good dippy fun.