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1958's Blood of the Vampire has lots of blood but not much of a vampire. This is despite the fact that it was written by Jimmy Sangster, stars Barbara Shelley, and has some classic horror fantasy visuals. Also in spite of these facts, it's not a Hammer film. It's not bad but it suffers from a lack of strong performances apart from Shelley's.



Dr. Callistratus (Donald Wolfit) runs a prison for the criminally insane in Transylvania. He conducts secret experiments involving blood transfusion in the hopes of curing his own mysterious blood ailment, presumably something like vampirism, since we witness his resurrection from the grave early in the film with the help of his Igor-like assistant, Carl (Vincent Maddem).



Callistratus arranges for the film's protagonist, Dr. Pierre (Vincent Ball), to be wrongly convicted and sent to his prison in order to help with blood research. Pierre is a complete drip--played by Vincent Ball he has all the dynamism of the owner of a discount furniture store appearing in his own commercial.



Somehow he's managed to win the heart of Madeleine, his fiancee, played by a far superior Barbara Shelley. The film picks up a lot in the last third when she suddenly turns up posing as Callistratus' housemaid. It's a scheme that makes very little sense and there are a lot of questions completely ignored as to how it happened--how did she know Callistratus lied about Pierre dying in a prison break? How did she know he needed a housemaid?



Unfortunately, Callistratus' collaborator is a prison official named Auron (Bryan Coleman) who recognises her and tries to blackmail her into sleeping with him. Fortunately, Carl, like many a disfigured henchman in many horror movies, has fallen into an utterly selfless love for the female lead and helps her.



With a stronger actor in Ball's place, this might have been a really good movie. As it is, the mixture of bizarre medical fantasy mixed with vampirism still functions kind of well. It manages to make something slightly weird out of the too familiar monster.
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Now this is Quatermass at his best. Andre Morell as the spectacularly sidetracked rocket physicist in the 1958 serial Quatermass and the Pit, creator Nigel Kneale this time coming up with a beautifully eerie Sci-Fi account on the origins of human racism. The 1967 Hammer film version surpasses the serial really only in having Barbara Shelley and Julian Glover. It's a good film and a lot of dialogue is directly ported over but the serial benefits so much from being able to take its time and explore ideas and, while Andrew Keir is fine as Quatermass, he doesn't match Morell's fascinatingly weird, perfect choices.



Like putting his thumbs in his waistcoat pockets while addressing an assemblage of military and government brass. It somehow looks both awkward and magnificent--believably awkward, not like the actor made an odd choice but like this is what an eccentric but very sharp professor might do when lecturing on the serious reality of our ancient Martian overlords.



Of all the Quatermass stories up to this point it has the best supporting characters, too. The first episode of the serial almost makes it seem as though the anthropologist, Dr. Roney, and his assistant, Barbara Judd, are going to be the stars. Roney is played by Canadian actor Cec Linder with wonderful energy and he has brilliant chemistry with Christine Finn as Barbara. Kneale makes points about the state of human civilisation with the anthropologists' discovery of ape-man fossils, human forebears, accidentally unearthed in a work site.



This leads later on to the inevitable but nicely portrayed revulsion from conservative government men which only gets worse when Martians get involved in our ancestry. The reluctance to accept the weirdness of our common ancestry is put in context to references to the racial tensions in England at the time due to an increase in immigration. Both the serial and the film version have one unnamed black worker at the construction site and later on Roney specifically mentions race riots. He also has a darkly funny, prescient line when Quatermass asks him what he thinks human civilisations would do if they knew the world was ending and Roney says we'd probably just go on with the same squabbles as before.



There's nothing wrong with James Donald's performance as Roney in the film version but Linder is just so much more lively. And I liked the way he seemed to respect Judd's opinion more in the serial--he looks to her to come up with a theory as to what the strange hard object is they've unearthed among the fossils. Though Barbara Shelley comes off as much more intelligent than Christine Finn.



I liked in the film this even prompted the filmmakers to give some of Roney's lines to her and having her be the one to accompany Quatermass on the excursion to the library instead of Roney. Otherwise, the special effects in the film aren't even much better than the serial and the black and white in the serial contributes to the atmosphere much better.

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Confetti grown grotesque is clatt'ring out.
A sagging party horn emits a blat.
The stuffing clouds'll cushion suns about.
The whist'ling air escorts the cooking vat.
Unhandled reins permit a heavy steed.
In clashing lamps the light oppressed the field.
Exposing rocks to split the hoof at speed.
Percussive leaves produced unseasoned yield.
A changing tie but briefly choked the beard.
In climbing mud the mantis sinks to worms.
The suction fell from steel to iron weird.
The pegs'll hold the tent on careful terms.
The ruling carapace arrived from Mars.
They put an instrument inside the bars.
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They say there are few things that lighten the heart so much as the laughter of Christopher Lee. Well, I'm sure someone says that. I say that, at least as far as 1966's Rasputin the Mad Monk is concerned. After seeing him in other Hammer horror films as a dour edifice playing Dracula or the Mummy it's refreshing seeing him in this hairy, gregarious role, booming with mirth and dancing with a barmaid. The movie someone resembles the real story of the historical Rasputin but in an effort to avoid political awkwardness, and to make a villain of a man best known for having been murdered, Hammer made Rasputin into an evil wizard, something that never quite ties in sensibly with the rest of his personality. But Lee sells the character and the usual Hammer atmosphere works well.



We learn that Rasputin (Lee) makes regular appearances in a rural village where no-one knows his name or where he comes from. He just shows up at a tavern, drinks an impossible amount of alcohol, makes merry, and vanishes--there are several scenes where the man effortlessly drinks other men under the table.



This is how he gains his key ally, Boris (Richard Pasco), when he comes to St. Petersburg. He's forced to flee the monastery after he heals the wife of an innkeeper but then kills a man for attacking him while he makes out with the innkeeper's daughter. The makeout session was consensual but it's implied it might not have been after the attacker was killed. Still, it's a little unclear why the rural innkeeper is suddenly angry at the man who brought his wife back from certain death.



In St. Petersburg, Rasputin seduces a noblewoman, Sonia (Barbara Shelley), a lady in waiting to the Tsarina (Renee Asheroson), then uses hypnosis so that she'll "accidentally" injure the prince. He can then step in and use his miraculous healing powers to win the favour of the Tsarina who gives him a mansion in thanks.



Apart from the hypnosis and magic healing powers, the story's vaguely close to the real Rasputin who gained popularity as a mystic in the Zsar's court, particularly among women. Instead of the political intrigue that was the real cause of Rasputin's protracted demise, here he's once again beset by the jealous lover of the woman he seduced.



It's never really clear why a man before contented with drinking and love making suddenly became so ambitious. Lee makes it seem like Rasputin is totally amoral and considers the world and its people but trivial playthings. In this, he's effectively frightening, but it would've been kind of nice just to have a big hairy Christopher Lee who liked having a boisterous but perfectly innocent good time.

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In bulky webs the garment fell to rocks.
In craggy cuts, horizons pale the sky.
The healthy play with iron keys and locks.
A careful plan remakes a frozen pie.
In raisin clothes the chic's beneath the sun.
To stitch appointed tonsils tin's supplied.
Connected towels abridge what tans've done.
The autumn beach with fire now implied.
Triangle eyes assess potential burns.
In dancing lights a vision took the hills.
Conveyed in stone and twig the lizard learns.
The corn is ground beneath the scratching wheels.
A minty gasp precedes the ice and rain.
A portrait stared along the watching main.

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