When I read that Xan Cassavetes' Kiss of the Damned was influenced by the works of erotic vampire maestro Jean Rollin, I knew I had to see it. Although I didn't find the film overly Rollin-esque, other than that awesome poster art, it certainly hearkens back to the vampire films of yore and is so delightfully campy that I was tempted to write a letter home from my bunk.
Despite getting off to a bit of a rocky start, Kiss of the Damned becomes surprisingly intriguing as it progresses and, by the time the credits rolled, I was dying to delve a little deeper into the film's vampire subculture and the un-lives of the peripheral characters. Be warned, however, this is a very slow-burn film and, as such, might not be everyone's cup of blood... er, tea. I meant tea.