(1961, UK) dir & photog: Robert S. Baker & Monty Berman; w/ Keith Michell, Adrienne Corri, Peter Arne, (Peter Cushing in a support role). No skin; no gore.
Eighteenth century nobles scheme and debauch. A cast-out heir and his carnie pals arrive to set things right. It’s a cock-eyed little flick that doesn’t seem to know what it wants to be, and so everything from the comedy to the action winds up watered down. The script bounces around like an old cartoon and depends on all the characters acting like complete idiots. Not much more here than a waste of time.
(1958) dir: Henry Cass; writ: Jimmy Sangster; w/ Donald Wolfit, Barbara Shelley, Vincent Ball.
A young doctor gets railroaded into an asylum where he must help the mad doctor, who turns out to be the ‘vampire’ of the piece as he drains people’s blood seeking a cure for his own disorder. Add in a deformed hunchback and a little bodice-ripping for a nice little potboiler. It’s more than a bit predictable in spots, but it has a good atmosphere and Wolfit makes a most menacing villain. A nice bit of matinee fun.
(2010) dir: Joseph Guzman; w/ Asun Ortega, David Castro, Aycil Yeltan. Lotsa skin; some gore.
Coke-dealing priests wind up on the short end of the vengeance shtick when an abused nun goes gangsta on them. Okay, it does actually deliver on the title, and manages to look good on a low budget. But the flick never does find a sense of style and winds up delivering exactly what we expect in an almost humdrum way. As a tribute to the old nunsploitation genre, it’s serviceable but lacks personality. How you can make a rape scene sleepy, I don’t know, but they did it about three times in this flick.