Originally intended as Hammer Films' third Dracula movie, Kiss of the Vampire emerged instead as one of the studio's most obscure, yet wonderfully stylish vampire movies. The script by producer Anthony Hinds (written under his usual pseudonym: John Elder) is a dry-run for all those Dracula scenarios he drafted throughout the sixties.
While on a motoring holiday in the Carpathian mountains, Gerald (Edward De Souza) and Marianne (Jennifer Daniel) find themselves stranded at a local inn. Lovely Marianne attracts the attention of Dr. Ravna (Noel Willman), leader of a cult of pleasure-seeking vampires. Ravna's children: Carl (Barry Warren) and Sabina (Jacquie Wallis) lure the newlyweds to an extravagent masked ball, where Marianne is abducted and initiated into the cult, while Gerald is cast out and told his wife never existed. Elsewhere, drunken vampire-killer Professor Zimmer (Clifford Evans) stalks Tania (Isobel Black), a beautiful teenage bloodsucker prowling the village. Zimmer comes to Gerald's aid and they set out to rescue Marianne.
Hinds offers some interesting twists. Here, the vampire-hunter is cold, brutal and menacing; tortured by the death of a loved one. Although Ravna is an effete sadist, his vampire kin are warm and welcoming to Marianne. As with many Hammer horrors, sex is brought to the fore. From Isobel Black's seductive vampire minx (the actress returned for Hammer's Twins of Dracula (1971), but was a regular face on children's TV - from Ace of Wands to Jackanory!), to the teasing out of Marianne's repressed sexuality.


It is appropriate that Brian Yuzna’s barmy, marvellous debut feature took three years after completion to be released in the US, while enjoying critical and popular success in Europe and elsewhere. Into the decade that mythologised hidebound family values, plugged its ears to social injustice and made heroes out of beancounters, the plunging of this splendidly over-the-top nightmarish satire of America’s social elite must have felt like the herald of the Apocalypse. Albeit a deeply silly, psychedelic Apocalypse. With rivers of prosthetic latex instead of blood.






