While Franco's relatively faithful adaptation has its faults, Lee's portrayal of a greying and weary Boyar is possibly my favourite Dracula. You really get the sense that he's been there, seen it, done it and left a trail of impaled corpses in his wake.
Also of note is the unique and ghostly way that Franco shows Dracula's brides rising from their coffins, Kinski's quietly insane Renfield, Soledad Miranda's child-murdering Lucy and some pretty effective, no-budget effects consisting of a few shadows and silhouettes.
An unusually restrained outing from Franco but one I thoroughly enjoyed.
A tedious and fawning, single-take, artistic tour of an odious aristocracy by a pair of irritating time-travellers, one of whom has the most soporific voice in the history of cinema whilst the other spends most of his time huffing, puffing, blowing dubbed raspberries and spouting irrelevances, during which we learn nothing other than that the Tsars and Tzarinas were misunderstood and without whom art would have perished; the serfs, meanwhile, are conspicuous by their absence (serfdom/slavery was only abolished in…
From the opening joust fought to the tune of "We Will Rock You" we know we're in for something a little different. Medieval tournaments crossed with modern day football, celebrity, and The Canterbury Tales, soundtracked with classic rock. Sounds awful? Well, it isn't and I'll take a lance to any knave that says otherwise!
A great big glorious mess of a movie and I love it!
