A quintet of sexy showgirls gets lost in a rainstorm and end up spending the night at an eerie castle owned by the sinister “Count”. Once the girls get settled in, they promptly put on flimsy negligees and run around the castle until one of them ends up bitten by The Count. She of course, becomes a vampire and gets really jealous when The Count wants to make one of the other girls his new vampire bride.
The Playgirls and the Vampire is pretty much a snoozer from the get-go. To make matters worse, it goes on FOREVER. I mean The Count gets staked at about the 70 minute mark and the movie STILL isn’t over. Even though the main villain is dead, you have to sit through about another ten minutes of lovey dovey romantic bull honky. Weak.
Not even the brief glimpses of nudity and blood will be able to keep you awake for this one. (It took me two tries to successfully get all the way through it, and even then it was something of a chore.) While the cinematography is top notch, the sets are well done, and some of the dubbing is good for a laugh; in the end, the film is nothing more than an efficient Ambien substitute.
One of the dim-bulb playgirls gets the best line of the movie when she says, “I’ve had enough of these strange mysteries!”
AKA: Curse of the Vampire. AKA: Daughters of the Vampire. AKA: Desires of the Vampire. AKA: Last Victim of the Vampire. AKA: The Last Prey of the Vampire. AKA: The Vampire’s Last Victim.