There's no Bloodsucker in this film, although if you've seen the version I've just watched, something gets sucked alright, and there's horizontal dancing to say the least.
I suppose the title is misleading on purpose, because our film starts off with four girls who were part of a drama troupe (plus one love-sick servant) at a loose end following the folding of their latest play. Luckily (or not, when I think about) an aging count with a very strange voice (played by Giacomo Rossi-Stuart) invites all four of them (plus the unrequited love person) over to his Irish island for a bit of the old craic and perhaps Guiness.
The girls all head over there and since there's not much plot in this film, let's talk about our characters. The count used to be married but his wife disappeared or died or something and now he's fixated on one the girls, saying how she looks so much like his wife. Two of the girls are lesbians which delights servant Luciano Pigozzi, who does a bit of pan-watching on them before inviting the maid to watch too. She's in love with the Count however and has a secret that Pigozzi threatens to reveal unless she goes to bed with him. Then there's the nympho actress who gets it on with local guy Mike Monty, and the butler who is a hellfire Christian who says everyone is going to die. Got that?
Now, most of the liaisons in the original version would have contained softcore rummagings, the likes of which us folk living in the future with instant hand-held filthy squeezy would ignore in order to put the kettle on. Back in the day before we stopped paying musicians and filmmakers for their efforts people would go to the cinema, some of which would be what they call 'adult', which is like Red Tube on a big screen only without someone remotely recording you having a chug so they can blackmail you later.
Sometimes, they took low-tier Euro films like this and added in some 'hot' footage of people actually doing it, and that's what they do here. It took me rather by surprise when the lesbian couple pretending to get it on transformed into an entirely different couple - one of which was a totally different race from the lady she was portraying. That and sixty-year old Luciano Pigozzi turning into a black haired dude with a moustache had me thinking that continuity wasn't at the top of who made the porno bits' list. Bizarre.
Back to the plot - in between all this madness, someone starts beheading the babes (there's an explanation for this that I can't be bothered going into) and nearly everyone's a suspect. Plus, the explanation at the end once the cops are brought in is totally ignored in favour of another explanation. Go figure.
Of course, it matters not what I thought of the film because if I had read this review, I would have already made my mind up to watch the film anyway. This is a film that receives no visitors from passers-by
I suppose the title is misleading on purpose, because our film starts off with four girls who were part of a drama troupe (plus one love-sick servant) at a loose end following the folding of their latest play. Luckily (or not, when I think about) an aging count with a very strange voice (played by Giacomo Rossi-Stuart) invites all four of them (plus the unrequited love person) over to his Irish island for a bit of the old craic and perhaps Guiness.
The girls all head over there and since there's not much plot in this film, let's talk about our characters. The count used to be married but his wife disappeared or died or something and now he's fixated on one the girls, saying how she looks so much like his wife. Two of the girls are lesbians which delights servant Luciano Pigozzi, who does a bit of pan-watching on them before inviting the maid to watch too. She's in love with the Count however and has a secret that Pigozzi threatens to reveal unless she goes to bed with him. Then there's the nympho actress who gets it on with local guy Mike Monty, and the butler who is a hellfire Christian who says everyone is going to die. Got that?
Now, most of the liaisons in the original version would have contained softcore rummagings, the likes of which us folk living in the future with instant hand-held filthy squeezy would ignore in order to put the kettle on. Back in the day before we stopped paying musicians and filmmakers for their efforts people would go to the cinema, some of which would be what they call 'adult', which is like Red Tube on a big screen only without someone remotely recording you having a chug so they can blackmail you later.
Sometimes, they took low-tier Euro films like this and added in some 'hot' footage of people actually doing it, and that's what they do here. It took me rather by surprise when the lesbian couple pretending to get it on transformed into an entirely different couple - one of which was a totally different race from the lady she was portraying. That and sixty-year old Luciano Pigozzi turning into a black haired dude with a moustache had me thinking that continuity wasn't at the top of who made the porno bits' list. Bizarre.
Back to the plot - in between all this madness, someone starts beheading the babes (there's an explanation for this that I can't be bothered going into) and nearly everyone's a suspect. Plus, the explanation at the end once the cops are brought in is totally ignored in favour of another explanation. Go figure.
Of course, it matters not what I thought of the film because if I had read this review, I would have already made my mind up to watch the film anyway. This is a film that receives no visitors from passers-by