Dracula und seine Opfer

Yet another shlockfest on good ole Millcreek's 200 drive in cult cinema box set.

What is there to say. Mr and Mrs. Dracula kidnap young ladies for their blood. With the help on a butler, a psychopath and friendly old Mango.

Enter a photographer and his fiancé model who inherit the castle in which the vampires live.

Not much to get excited about here. The song at the beginning is catchy and it is well made but that is about all.

I didn't regret watching it.

1966's "Blood of Dracula's Castle" was not Al Adamson's debut behind the camera but was the first to achieve wide distribution, picked up in early 1969 by Crown International Pictures with Cameron Mitchell's "Nightmare in Wax" since both were attached to producer Rex Carlton, a May 1968 suicide (both duly included among the 16 Crown titles in Gold Key's Scream Theater television package). Losing this potential money spinner was enough for Adamson and new partner Samuel M. Sherman to form their own company, Independent-International Pictures Corporation, at just the right moment when his unissued backlog already included "Five Bloody Graves," "Blood of Ghastly Horror," "Horror of the Blood Monsters," "Hell's Bloody Devils," and his most recent opus "Satan's Sadists," successes that launched both men into a decade long career of pure hustling showmanship. This was the director's very first collaboration with John Carradine (6 more to follow), its completion in Aug. 1966 confirmed by a shot of the date on a telegram, well before the November shoot for its theatrical cofeature. Promotional gimmicks would abound to lower costs, such as hiring Colonel Harland Sanders for a cameo to provide free chicken for one film shoot, Marineland receiving an early plug here, following the lengthy opening drive featuring session player and recording artist Gil Bernal rendering "The Next Train Out" a year before receiving an Academy Award nomination for his theme from Universal's 1967 release "Banning." The real coup on this picture was securing permission to use a genuine desert location 70 miles north of Hollywood owned by Walter Gaynor, Shea's Castle or Sky Castle still located in Lancaster with its own airstrip for small planes (built in 1924, it remains a private residence). Sherman was delighted to secure the services of top billed Carradine (interiors filmed at the same Ray Dorn studios where he had just finished "Gallery of Horror"), then dismayed to find him cast as butler George rather than Dracula, played by a decidedly unmenacing Alex D'Arcy, Paula Raymond ("The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms," "Hand of Death") replacing Jayne Mansfield as the Countess, Rex Carlton's feeble script allowing for little but camp performances. Robert Dix's psychotic excon was the subject for new additions shot only for the expanded TV version, 7 minutes of silent footage accompanied only by electronic music and heavy breathing, endless outdoor running as his character suddenly becomes a werewolf in cheap Don Post head mask that could be worn by anyone, a lone female extra to be chased if not chaste. With over 17 minutes screen time, Carradine brings an enviable level of seriousness to the silliness, though not above a sardonic remark here and there, essentially present for exposition and the need to provide nubile female sacrifices to 'the great god Luna of the moon,' severely depleting the stock of human blood in the dungeon as the girls get to check in yet never check out. There's the germ of a good idea floating around with vampires growing accustomed to modern life by having their nourishing blood served up in a glass, a cozy domesticity perhaps inspired by THE MUNSTERS, in which Carradine twice played the role of Fred Gwynne's employer at the mortuary of Gateman, Goodbury and Graves.

Anyone looking for a fittingly horrendous Al Adamson film, look no further. While this film is not the usual paste-up job that Adamson specialized in, BLOOD OF DRACULA'S CASTLE is pure bad cinema, which is Adamson's true field.

D'Arcy and Raymond play Mr. and Mrs. Dracula, looking stiff and embarrassed (who can blame them?) The Draculas feed on the blood of the young women they have chained in their dungeon (including Adamson regular Vicki Volante). Carradine plays the Dracula's butler, a wasted opportunity for this horror screen legend to do his Dracula bit (get the pun?) A psycho shows up at the castle, and a stupid couple stay there.

BLOOD is boring, with only a few laughs produced from the bad acting and flimsy-looking props. Adamson made more hilarious films than this (like DRACULA VS FRANKENSTEIN), and it was unintentional (of course). Adamson, however, deserves the credit to having gotten anything on film for the tight budgets he was given.

Still, BLOOD is bad, and more mediocre than entertaining.

Like many of the movies I've been writing reviews for, Blood of Dracula's Castle is part of a twelve movie boxed set from Mill Creek, a company that deals in very cheap (and sometimes public domain) films. The transfer isn't great. In fact, when I first started watching this, the screen was so completely covered with green lines (from wear) that it reminded me of The Matrix. Personally, though, I believe this adds to the aesthetic of the movie; something about the apparent age of the film makes it that much more enjoyable to watch.

In some ways, this movie reminds me a bit of a 60's version of The Addams Family, as it features a sophisticated, middle-aged couple that lives in a rented castle and are quite open about their vampirism (or their being "the living dead," to be grammatically correct). In addition to a standard manservant (George, played by the great John Carradine), they also keep around an orange-skinned feral guy named Mango around, who roams the surrounding wilderness, hunting and capturing the bikini-clad young women who, for some reason, seem to be in abundant supply in this area. The young hotties are collected and contained in a dungeon, where they are harvested for their blood. Occasionally the charming vampire couple also let Mango have one of the babes for his own purposes, which are thankfully never shown or fully described. They also have a younger friend, Johnny, who is an open and quite charming serial killer who goes nuts when the moon is full.

Enter into the picture a young couple, the incredibly condescending Glen and his fiancé Liz. They enter the scene because Glen has inherited the castle from some relative, and the two stumble around in a manner not unlike Scooby-Doo and the gang, slowly discovering the danger that surrounds them. It's actually very cute, in a campy sort of way. The dialog between the spooky castle residents and the innocent young couple is so corny, it could have been penned by Ed Wood himself.

Okay, so the whole premise of this flick doesn't make a lick of sense. And the print the DVD was made from is terrible. And the crazy man-beast that everyone keeps talking about is named after a tropical fruit which does, of course, prevent him from ever being taken as a serious threat to anyone. It doesn't matter. What matters is this is good, cheesy fun for the whole family, if your whole family is plenty drunk.

BLOOD OF DRACULA'S CASTLE opens with a woman being abducted by Mango the monster-man (Ray Young) while the world's grooviest theme song plays (Next Train Out- yeah!).

Next, we're off to Sea World for a photoshoot featuring a beautiful model with the universe's most incredible beehive hairdo, ever! Ever!

We're eventually introduced to Count and Countess Townsend (the inimitable Alex D'Arcy and Paula Raymond). Their decrepit butler is played by the one and only John Carradine. In order to keep their blood supply flowing in the castle, the Townsends have a dungeon full of tender, young lasses.

By now we should be catching on that this is indeed another opus from Director Al Adamson.

Enter Johnny, an escaped convict with a love for all things homicide. Need proof? Well, within minutes he kills a bikini-clad sunbather. He then kills a motorist, steals his car, and mows down a hitchhiker for good measure. All, while ultra-dramatic music blares.

By the time Johnny arrives at the castle it seems like this is going to be an action-packed, insanely entertaining movie. We almost forget who created it.

Then, all action simply dies. The non-plot implodes, leaving the nonsensical remains to plod on to the end. At this point, many viewers have been rumored to have removed their own brains with salad tongs!

Meister Adamson has once again concocted a magnificently screwy, senseless, idiot masterwork of dunderheaded filmmaking!

Hallelujah!...