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THE NUDE VAMPIRE

1970

Director

Jean Rollin

Starring

Olivier Martin

Caroline Cartier

Maurice Lemaitre

Runtime

90 minutes

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From the truly one-of-a-kind auteur Jean Rollin comes this inspired blend of pulp and new wave cinema. The starting point is an EYES WIDE SHUT-style nightmare. The terminus point is literally in another dimension. Along the way, the labyrinthine narrative leaps about the city of Paris and then to an old chateau as blood transfusions, suicide cults and immortal vampires abound.

Rollin’s THE NUDE VAMPIRE finds the master of the fantastique combining his trademark eroto-horror themes with an homage to the mystery serials of his youth. When Pierre, the son of a wealthy industrialist (played by Rollin’s half-brother Olivier), witnesses a beautiful woman being pursued and captured by men in bizarre masks, he decides to investigate, uncovering even deeper mysteries and more incomprehensible explanations. If you like movies which are made by people with meagre resources and poetic spirits who simply want to translate their dreams to the screen, then this is for you.

“This movie sets a generational rift as its background and injects it with uncut pulp scenarios and a palpable anger still smoldering from the spirit of '68, imagining the conflict as warring cults of elitists and free spirits. Which is not to say that is what this movie is about. It's about whatever image is on screen at any given moment, which is purely cinematic and urgent in a way that more structured and grounded works are not. The effect is uniquely Jean Rollin: narcotic, ecstatic, and erotic, but not alienating or obtuse in the way that some surrealist arthouse stuff or exploitation can be.” - Laird Jimenez

“It’s like the pages of a Feuilladian supercrime saga bleeding into those of a Godardian political screed and one of Franco’s atonally perverse novellas. The fact that the lead is a dead ringer for Jean-Pierre Léaud only makes this come off looking like the lost Antoine Doinel sequel that we never got, but probably should’ve.” - Liz Purchell