BlueBlood

As this film opens German nanny Beate arrives at a stately home. She is there to look after the children of its owner, a lord named Gregory. It soon becomes clear that Gregory has a somewhat degenerate lifestyle; he is desperate to have a choice of sons to inherit his home and is keen that they have a variety of mothers. It also becomes clear that while Gregory may own the house it is run by Tom, his butler. As the film progresses Tom's malevolent control of the house only increases.

This is a distinctly strange film. It is billed as horror but it isn't gory nor is there anything really scary. It is however unsettling at times. It is filmed at Longleat, a great location that really adds to the film... much use is made of both the house and the attached safari park, even if the latter is only shown so we can see scenes of lions eating large slabs of meat. Knowing that Longleat was at the time owned by the Seventh Marquis of Bath, who wrote the book on which the film is based, one can't help thinking the 'degenerate' Gregory was actually a toned down version of the real owner... a man famed for his seventy plus 'wifelets'! The story is a bit slow to get started and when it does it still feels a bit of a mess. The main cast have certainly been better in other films although Oliver Reid is suitably menacing as Tom, despite his strange accent. The low budget shows but doesn't really spoil the film. The occult elements of the film are rather odd; mostly limited to red tinted visions seen by those around Tom. Overall I wouldn't call this a must see but it is an interesting curiosity.

BLUE BLOOD (1974) is undoubtedly one of the oddest British horror films I've ever watched, if you can even really call it a horror. It was barely released over here despite starring Oliver Reed, yet somehow Netflix have managed to stream it. The story focuses on the relationship between Reed, playing a butler, and his decadent master, played by Derek Jacobi, no less. The film was notably shot at the Longleat estate, co-written by the Marquess of Bath, and even has some scenes at the famous zoo.

After watching I have no idea what it was really about. There are red-tinted visions, dream sequences and an annoying twist ending. As the title would suggest, it seems to be a satire about class ties but doesn't really go into detail. There's one good horror scene but far more sex and eroticism. At times it feels like a Ken Russell or Michael Winner odyssey of excess and bad behaviour. Reed has a dodgy accent and Jacobi is typically committed to his role. Fiona Lewis co-stars alongsside the Marquess's real-life wife (well, one of them, anyway). Not one I'd want to sit through again!

Ollie reed & co take the mickey in the luxurious home of the Marquis of Bath (who, himself briefly appears in the party scene). Derek Jacobi makes the best of a poor script, probably written on the back of a beer-mat. The film is soooooooo unintentionaly hilarious, it beggars belief! The film is full of musical tangents, poorly dubbed kids, satanic-undertones and a truly winning performance by the late, great Oliver of Reedshire. If it appears on T.V (it'll never appear on DVD, that's for sure) tape it, watch it, then watch it again. Best line (By Derek Jacobi): "ohhhhh, youuuuuuuuu stuuuuuuuupid biiiiitch".

Despite the presence of the late, great Oliver Reed, this is a slow moving Pinteresque drama which fails to grab the attention.

Derek Jacobi is okay as the wimpy lord of the manor who finds his servants are actually devil worshippers - or something. The plot is obviously inspired by a mix of Upstairs Downstairs and Rosemary's Baby and there's the odd, bizarre flash frame to keep you interested.

Worth a look only for the stunning Fiona Lewis who has rarely been more gorgeous. Watch it for her brief scenes alone and it will be a worthwhile experience.

My, but this is a howler.... Oliver Reed is the singularly nasty "Tom", butler to the suitably wimpish "Lord Gregory" (Derek Jacobi). In addition, I hope to stop us all dying from boredom, "Tom" is also the grand wizard (?) of a Satanic cult that practices it's devilish antics in the stately pile of his unwitting host (aptly filmed at Longleat House - home of the late Marquess of Bath - he of the "wifelets"). Anyway, what ensues is a sort of dirty "Downton Abbey". Just about everyone sleeps with the other; the cluttered plot is preposterous and both Reed (I hope) and Jacobi (I trust) had their tongues firmly in their cheeks as this nonsense trundles on for what seemed like an interminable 90 minutes. Some lovely Paisley pattern clothing - if that's your thing, but I'm afraid this is amongst the worst British films that I have ever sat through.