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H.G. Lewis Goreography

Herschell's epic. It's the longest, has the best production values, and one other thing his pictures hadn't attempted before -- character development. Bill Rogers plays John Stone, a happy-go-lucky fella who receives a creepy package from across the pond in England. Inside are two heart-shaped brandy bottles, and a note explains they've been willed from his forefathers, and he's to toast their memory. He does, and it's good stuff. Too good. Yep, it's blood, and John is smack dab in vampire city. He's skulking around at night, sleeping all day, and generally surly toward his bodacious wife (Elizabeth Wilkinson). There's a whole lot of plot, but it boils down to simple vengeance, and Dracula Junior's got a list and he's checking it twice. Two interesting variants from traditional vampire lore, is that instead of a hypnotic stare, he wears a gaudy ring that makes folks do his bidding, and when he vamps out -- he turns B-L-U-E and his skin looks like the chipped paint on my garage door. Once again, the incomparable Bill Kerwin (as Dr. Hank Tyson) is right in there acting his little heart out.

Notables: No breasts. Six corpses. Putting. Oversized letter opener. Phony accents. Sleep driving. Multiple neck snacking.

Quotables: John is a lousy liar, "I like working at night. It keeps me off the streets." Hank has never listened to Art Bell, "Vampirism? Voodoo? Ah, that's all mumbo jumbo."

Time codes: Herschell in a ultra-rare on screen role as a sailor (39:25). Classic Dracula imagery (50:55). The Queen of the Grind does her stuff (1:02:55). Recommended.