The Friday Night Horror Movie: The Nude Vampire (1970)

The Nude Vampire

There is nothing quite like a Jean Rollin film. He’s famous for making dream-like erotic vampire movies with loads of nudity and a fascination with women wearing nothing but sheer fabric draped over their naked bodies. It comes as no surprise that he finally made a movie and called it The Nude Vampire.

This one plays out very much like a dream, with scenes that have very little logic to them. Or connective tissue. It begins with three men in masks taking blood from a naked woman in a hood. Another woman (wearing a sheer fabric, of course) is walking down some dark alleyways, pursued by several men in dark clothes and wearing animal masks. A man named Pierre (Olivier Rollin) tries to help her, but before they can escape, the animal-masked men shoot her dead.

Pierre makes it out alive and follows the masked men to a gated building. He sees some other people, dressed in fancy dress, go in. But a man at the gate stops him, for he has no invitation.

The next day his father chastises him for being there for he’s been warned to stay out of his business. But what are they doing in there? And how is his father involved? The next night, he attacks a man just before he gets to the gate, steals his invitation, and crashes the party. Inside, he’s given what is basically a bag to put over his head. The other partygoers are given the same. Then a woman’s picture flashes on a television. That same woman is given a gun, and she shoots herself in the head.

Then the woman from the night before shows up. But how can she still be alive? She drinks the dead woman’s blood. Then another face shows up on the screen. It is Pierre’s. He’s given the gun and is asked to kill himself. Instead, he shoots the guy who gave him the gun and makes a run for it.

I’m explaining all of this clearly, but it is far from clear in the film. Everything is a little hazy, clouded by shadows and fog. The film eventually explains a few things – Pierre’s father is involved in some shadowy experiments with the girl who didn’t die. Apparently, she can’t die. Her wounds heal. But she also drinks blood and cannot stand the sunlight. Maybe she’s a vampire, or maybe she has some kind of mutant genes. They want to find out. They want to find a way to live forever.

At the same time, there is a rebellion going on. Some of the scientists’ workers want to help the girl escape. Others are planning to break in and kidnap her. All of the rebels seem to think Pierre is one of them.

Rollin gives everything a psychedelic dream quality. It is both very well made and cheap-looking. He somehow manages to blend the arthouse with the grindhouse. He’s created something beautiful and ethereal with gratuitous nudity and blood drinking.

It is a wild, trippy experience.

La Tête Contre les Murs (1959)

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George Franju made Eyes Without a Face and Spotlight on a Murderer, two very good French films (which I have reviewed for Cinema Sentries, but apparently haven’t ever posted here). This was his very first narrative film.

It isn’t great. Franju is too good of a director for this to be bad, but it definitely feels like a first film. Radiance has done their usual outstanding job of making it worth your money, and if you are a fan of the director, then this is definitely worth getting. You can read my full review at Cinema Sentries.

Now Watching: Deadly Circuit (1983)

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Deadly Circuit (1983)
Directed by Claude Miller
Starring Michel Serrault and Isabelle Adjani

Synopsis: A private detective becomes obsessed with a serial killer who he thinks might be his daughter.

Rating: ***1/2

Thoughts: A very French take on the neo-noir. A private detective known as “The Eye” (Serrault) is hired to locate a rich couple’s son and find out more information about the woman he has been seeing.  He finds the man and watches the woman, Catherine (Adjani) murder him. The detective doesn’t turn her in, but continues to follow her, where he finds that she regularly seduces rich men and then murders them. He becomes convinced she is his long-lost daughter and begins secretly helping her dispose of the bodies. 

This is a weird little film that mostly follows the detective as he follows the girl. Serrault is great as the detective. He’s a guy who was once great at his job but has lost his way. As he’s gotten older, he’s feeling the weight of having never known his daughter (what exactly happened to her is only revealed late in the film). Adjani is lovely as well, but Catherine is someone we mostly just see through his eyes. The plot is strange and quirky and kind of wonderful.

A Man Named Rocca (1961) / La Scoumoune (1972)

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If you spend any time at all watching French cinema, then you will no doubt know the name Jean-Paul Belmondo. He was one of the great actors of the French New Wave and remained a popular favorite for decades.

In what seems like a very strange turn of events, he wound up starring as the same character in two different adaptations of the same book, some eleven years apart. Kino Lorber has just released them, and I watched them back to back. It is a fascinating glimpse into the adaptation process. I reviewed them both over at Cinema Sentries.

Solo (1970)

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One day I may stop singing the praises of Radiance Films, but today is not that day. I love, love, love the way they keep bringing to my attention films that I’d otherwise never hear of in nice sets, loaded with extras.

Solo is a terrific little French thriller about a couple of young revolutionaries in over their heads and how a jewel thief winds up lending them a hand.  You can read my full review at Cinema Sentries.

Birds of Prey (1968)

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Lino Ventura has become one of those actors I keep finding myself watching, almost by accident. He just keeps showing up in the films that I’m watching.  I don’t know why.  But he’s so good I never mind.

In Birds of Prey, he plays a killer hired to assassinate the president of some backwater South American country. Before he can do that, he is forced to wait in a tiny little village for several days, accompanied by a true revolutionary. A kid who will probably replace the president. The kid is idealistic while the killer is old and cynical. Their interactions make up most of the movie, and they are wonderfully played.  The whole movie is great.  You can read my full review at Cinema Sentries.

Little Murders by Agatha Christie

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There have been a million adaptations of Agatha Christie stories. This French television did something original with it. They essentially removed Christie’s detectives (Poirot, Miss Marple, etc.) and inserted two original characters while keeping the plots. 

I reviewed this back in 2016 and haven’t watched it since, but I’m thinking it is time for a rewatch.  You can read my full review here.

Foreign Film February: Elevator to the Gallows (1958)

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A woman whispers “I love you, I love you” over and over on the phone.

In an office, a businessman, Julien Tavernier (Maurice Ronet), talks mindlessly to a telephone operator. They talk about the long upcoming weekend. Then he goes into his office and closes the door. In a desk drawer he takes out a grappling hook, a pair of gloves, and a gun. He puts on the gloves and takes the rest with him.

He climbs out a window onto a long balcony. He uses the grappling hook to climb up to the floor above. He enters through a window and then walks to his boss’s office. They discuss an upcoming deal, and then Julien shoots his boss in the head. 

The boss was a war profiteer, and Julien is an ex soldier so it is possible that that the killing is political. Later we’ll learn that the voice on the telephone belonged to Florence (Jeanne Moreau), the boss’ wife and Julien’s lover. So, probably they cooked up a scheme to kill him and run away together.

He puts the gun into the boss’s hand, making it look like a suicide. Then he locks the doors, cleverly using a knife to block the lock until he closes the door from the outside, making it appear it was locked from the inside.

As he is climbing back down to his floor, his office phone rings. The operator is with the security guard, who is ready for them to leave so he can lock up. In a rush to answer, Julien forgets about the grappling hook. He tells them he’ll be ready in a minute, then walks out with them.

He walks across the street and starts his car only to look up and see the rope flapping in the wind.  He rushes back to the building and takes the elevator up. Before he can get there, the security guard turns off all the power, trapping Julian inside the elevator.

Outside, a young flower girl, Veronique (Yori Bertin) and her boyfriend, Louis (Georges Poujouly), stare at Julien’s car. It is fancy and fast and too much for Louis to resist. He jumps in and starts to drive away. Veronique protests, saying that Julien will kill him for the deed, as his body is full of medals and scars. 

They’ll spend the evening driving aimlessly around Paris. Eventually they will cross paths with an older German couple in a sports car. They’ll race each other and then find themselves at a motel. Veronique is excited to register as man and wife, but afraid to use their real names. So she chooses Mr. and Mrs. Julien Tavernier. The two couples will drink and tell stories. Louis pretends to have lived Julien’s life. But the old man calls him out.

An act of violence will send Veronique and Louis on the run.

Meanwhile, Florence will wander the streets of Paris looking for Julien, while Miles Davis plays on the soundtrack.

Julien tears the elevator apart trying to find a way to escape. He manages to open the door, but it is between floors, and there isn’t enough room to escape. 

These three stories will come together in wonderful ways.

Elevator to the Gallows was the first film directed by Louis Malle. It is a fascinating take on the film noir.  Most noirs would begin much earlier in the story. We’d see Julian and Florence first meet – perhaps at a party or while she was visiting her husband at the office. They’d have a torrid affair and fall in love. She’d talk about how horrible her husband was, how he made money from those terrible wars. And they’d hatch a plan to kill him. The murder would come much later in the movie.

But here it is at the beginning. We see none of the love love or lust these two have for each other. Other than that telephone call at the very beginning, they do not talk to each other on screen, and they spend the entire film apart. 

You can see the beginning of the French New Wave in that. Malle is taking an American film genre, and he’s playing with it a little bit. This isn’t quite the full deconstruction folks like Goddard would be doing within a few years, but he’s clearly putting his own spin on things.The plot comes together perfectly. I’d seen the film before, but the details had been lost. My memory said it came out one way, but in reality it came out another, and that way was even better.  This is a near-perfect film, and it comes highly recommended.