Weird
title, huh? It’s also totally bogus but in a sense it does kinda
fit as the description of the film I watched last night, 1971’s “Le
Frisson des Vampires” (The Shivers of the Vampires).
The plot
is reasonable straightforward. A French newlywed couple stops at the
bride’s cousin’s castle on their way to a honeymoon in Italy. She
hasn’t seen them since she was a child but has fond memories of
staying there as a little girl. Upon arrival she’s informed that
her cousins had died just the day before. The couple still stays
there but the bride is too upset to consummate the union on her
wedding night. She asks her new husband if she can sleep alone and he
acquiesces. That night she is visited by a strange woman whom she is
unnaturally drawn to. Then the next day her cousins appear, seemingly
alive and well. Before too long the horrible reality becomes
apparent, that the castle is inhabited by vampires and that they
intend to make the young wife one of the undead.
Okay, that
set up sounds like pretty standard vampire fare but what complicates
it is that director shoots it as if he were making a French New Wave
film. The characters don’t so much speak as people but instead go
off on philosophical tirades about ancient religions and the merits
of free roaming vampires versus bourgeois ones. More often than not
simple questions are answered with obtuse replies. Despite its
intentions, it comes off more like a parody of that style than as a
sincere effort.
That
failing though it countered by the extraordinary visuals. If nothing
else director Jean Rollin knew how to compose and shoot beautiful
shots. You could almost take individual frames of the movie and use
them in a book of photographs. The use of color is also very
striking. Occasionally Rollin seemed to be clever for clever’s sake
like a shot that pans 360 degrees for no real dramatic reason. More
often though he uses simple tricks that come off very effectively,
such as when the husband is attacked by (of all things) a library.
Then there’s a sequence of a crypt opening that’s done with a
herky-jerky stop motion animation technique, that I believe was a
tribute to F. W. Murnau’s “Nosferatu”.
Although
it’s one of the more unconventional entries in the Vampire genre, I
was glad to have caught this.
If you view this blog through Internet Explorer you probably didn't see this filmography due to technical difficulties. So here it is again!
Born in South Carolina, Shepard moved to
Madrid at age 18 to study philosophy and never left. She starred in a
number of Paul Naschy films, including La Noche de Walpurgis (aka The Werewolf Versus the Vampire Woman) and Los Monstruos del Terror (aka Assignment Terror). Other horror titles to her credit includes Hannah, Queen of the Vampires; Rest in Pieces; Edge of the Axe; Slugs;
El Monte de las Brujas; and My Dear Killer. One of the greats of classic spanish horror cinema. Patty just passed away at age 68
Patty Shepard Filmography
Edge
Of The Axe (1988) Slugs (1988) Rest In Pieces (1987) The
Last Of Philip Banter (1986)
One
of the things I appreciate the best with this blog is that it’s a
satisfying forum to report upon life’s tiny little victories to
sympathetic ears. This is a case in point.
Back in 1969 my
older sister took me to downtown North Miami for a (to us) quite
unusual event. Two blocks had been cordoned off and a professional
film crew was shooting a scene to a major motion picture. The public
was allowed to stand and gawk on the opposite side of the street,
which is where Marylee and I parked ourselves.
The film was
titled “Darker Than Amber” and starred Rod Taylor as John
MacDonald’s hero ‘Travis McGee’. The scene I watched was a kind
of long shot where Taylor escorts a lovely black woman in a bright
raincoat, into a café. I recall being surprised at ‘Hollywood
rain’, an effect made by the North Miami Fire Department using a
specialized sprinkle system. We must have stayed for over an hour as
we watched several takes filmed. I made a note that I simply must
catch the movie when it hit the theatres.
Well that didn’t
happen and until last night I’d never viewed it. I have always
wondered whether or not ‘my scene’ had survived into the final
cut. It had…but in a better way than I could have dared hope. Over
the years I’d forgotten an important detail. I had literally
positioned myself right behind the camera and the pov of the scene
precisely matches my own. Watching it was a weird mix of déjà vu
and a sense that someone had tapped into my brain and recorded what I
witnessed. Most pleasantly bizarre.
If the Kinks are the Greatest British rock and Roll band of all time (and for me they are) and Ray Davies was the songwriting genius of the band
well Dave Davies (his brother) was the heart and soul. After creating the greatest riff of all time (You Really Got Me) Dave was an excellent songwriter as well. Songs like Death Of A Clown, Mindless Child Of Motherhood, Strangers, Living on A Thin Line and Susannah's Stil Alive will attest to that.
Here's a concert by Dave from the world Trade center in July 2001, right before the world changed. Enjoy and long live the Kinks!
Before he was the fiery motorcycle riding superhero/movie star we all now and love Ghost Rider was a horror/western hero back in the 50's. Here's Ghost Rider vs. Frankenstein with art by the great Dick Ayers!