Showing posts with label Ewa Aulin. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 31 October 2023

Bloody Hell! The Legend of Blood Castle (1973)


This is a dark and smart Spanish horror, better budgeted than the average Hammer, and featuring a different take on Sheridan le Fanu’s stories of Carmilla, based on Erzebeth Báthory, an actual Sixteenth Century Hungarian baroness who, allegedly, bathed in the blood of female virgins in order to preserve her youth. The Guinness Book of Records has Báthory as the most prolific female murderer, although both the number of her victims and the cause of their deaths is disputed. With le Fanu’s help though The Blood Countess or Countess Dracula as she was also known, inspired everything from a section in Walerian Borowczyk’s Immoral Tales (1974) (screening as part of the BFI’s Scala season this January) to The Vampire Lovers and all points in between and beyond to Q Anon and current lunatic conspiracies. We're all just peasants it seems, at the beck and call of our betters.

 

Lucia Bose

Lucia Bose – who I first saw in Antonioni’s early films, Chronicle of a Love (1950) and The Lady With the Camelias (1953) – is still very beautiful here and plays Erzebeth Bathory living on the cusp of middle age with her faithless husband, Karl (Espartaco Santoni apparently deep in character as he tried to pursue his female co-stars…) who is more interested in the sports of hunting prey and women. Their story becomes entangled with the restorative powers of human blood and the vampire hunting of the local population, something as earthed in human suspicions of the witch hunts in Britain and America at this point in history.

 

The film begins with the locals in search of a buried vampire, there’s an angry mob following a naked lad on a horse which, as you all should know, is a sure-fire way of locating a vampire. So it proves as a vampire is unearthed in the churchyard and, after a stake is driven through his heart, the body is taken back to the town for a bizarre prosecution. Karl, as one of the local men of substance, is one of the magistrates involved and is amused by the process just as much as he is sceptical.

 

Not Matt Berry but Espartaco Santoni

Directed and written by Jorge Grau, the film is a little deliberate in pacing but is remarkably vivid with strong performances and gothic trimmings, it’s restrained in the physical horror preferring to suggest the horror and to build atmosphere. Yes, there is a fair amount of blood and of naked young maidens slain and bleeding out for the Baroness’ to bathe but this is not overused… and would unbalance the film if it was.

 

After all, what could be more uncanny than the trial of a dead vampire in which the dead man’s wife and daughter have to recount their ordeal in front of the court – including one man named Helsing at least in the English subtitles I saw. This is a society in fear o the unexplained and Baron Karl, enjoys debating the issue with fellow magistrates as they tuck into red steaks – animals living off the blood of other animals.

 

Karl discovers one of the great house’s serving girls smearing her breasts and those of her friend in the blood of a pigeon in the belief that it will benefit their firmness, he considers raping her friend but lets them go. Do as they wilt is pretty much his guiding principle and he’s a man only just held back by society’s rules.

 

Ewa Aulin
 

The same servant girl accidentally pricks herself and a few drops of her blood fall onto the Baroness’ hand who discovers that the skin is immediately refreshed and younger looking. With the encouragement of her superstitious maid Nodriza (Ana Farra), who tells her of an earlier Erzebeth – the dialogue and plot are possible a little too extensive – and the possibility that a virgin’s blood will bring her youthful vigour back. After testing the theory on a young girl – scratching her hand on broken glass – the cruel couple hatch a more dastardly plan.

 

They use ancient potions to fake the Baron’s death, he apparently drops dead of heart failure playing at the piano forte, only to resurrect him after his entombment in the family vault. He is now free to seduce and murder innocent young girls who are slaughtered in the castle’s loft over an elaborate hole which allows their blood to drip down to a grail from which the increasingly youthful Baroness drinks. It's not the instant transformation as in Countess Dracula (1971) when Ingrid Pitt arises covered in blood and nothing else, but more subtle than this as light make up on Bose hints at the marginal benefit and the huge death toll that will be required to make it work. Karl is tested though as he – finally – finds his heart and falls for the daughter of a local innkeeper, Marina played by the lovely Ewa Aulin.


The verdict is in...

Will love conquer Karl, how long can the Baroness keep her supply of virgin blood a secret and just what is the penalty for dead vampires being found guilty of vampirism? You’ll have to watch the film to find out!

 

Dusty verdict: This is an interesting film despite my quibbles about the pacing and dialogue. There are excellent performances from Lucia Bose and Espartaco Santoni especially and your sympathy is drawn for the Baroness, alone and ageing with her brute of a husband usually away enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. The fact that Santoni bears a slight resemblance to Matt Berry doesn’t distract from the tone although if there’s a remake, he’s a shoe-in!

 

There are various cuts of the film and I watched what I think is the fullest length version entitled Blood Ceremony... which is the international cut. The Spanish cut has more clothing!

 


Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Technicolour dream… Deadly Sweet - Col Cuore in Gola (1967)

Ewa Aulin and Jean-Louis Trintignant
Now this is more like it! After the let down of the highly-flawed Candy, I wanted to see how Ewa Aulin came across in another film of similar vintage.

Directed by Tinto Brass (who’s career followed an entirely different direction from the 70s) Col cuore in gola (also I Am What I Am) is a surprisingly interesting film that not only tips a hat to Blow Up it tries to rob the clothes off it’s back: there’s even a quote from Antonioni from one of the main characters.

Swinging photography...
It’s got swinging London, mini skirts, cool lead actors and even features a section filmed at the 14 Hour Technicolour Dream: a legendary “happening” at Alexandra Palace in the Summer of Love which featured Syd Barrett’s Pink Floyd, Soft Machine, Jimi Hendrix, The Syn and a host of psychedelia's finest.

Brass juxtaposes pop-art with his actors
 Brass directs with derivative verve throughout with every cinematic trick he can think of, from split screens, black and white sequences, angled shots and a mountain of decorative pop art. It’s a deliberate and successfully pop-arty statement in its own right and more interesting than many a cast-off British attempt to exploit the UK scene.

Jean-Louis Trintignant and highly-collectible 14 Hour poster
Another feather in the film’s cap is the male lead Jean-Louis Trintignant (star of Michael Hanke’s recently Oscar nominated Amour) who is pretty cool and carries the right amount of actorly skill to play off the film’s potential flippancy… he just about carries off drumming like a Muppet in one scene and swinging like Tarzan in another. But, overall, his Bernard is street smart and tough. Not quite sure if he’s a private eye or just an adventurer though.

The bad-scene of the crime...
But this doesn’t prevent him from falling for the charms of Ewa Aulin’s Jane, the seventeen year-old daughter of a recently-murdered business man whom he spots at a nightclub dancing her grief away.

He follows her deeper into the club and finds a man bludgeoned to death… he turns around and she’s there, in shock. He takes her with him after purloining a gun and some money…he’s not a straightforward hero…

Ewa Aulin
Aulin fits in so much better here than in Candy and proves that she can act and not just adorn. In fact her character is tougher than she looks and gives her much more to play with than the obscure cipher of the later film.

The plot is convoluted and there merely to provide a backdrop for the style…  Daddy was being blackmailed by the murdered man and there are some photographs which are not to be found. Bernard drags Jane away from the scene and returns to try and find the incriminating images.

Richmond Park...only the deer have changed...
He’s greeted by two thugs (one of which is played by future Darth Vader, Dave Prowse) who he manages to over-come in true comic book style.

Bernard and Jane get closer in her flat…the only real flash of nudity from the celebrated soft pornographer Brass, which is a dream of 60s pop-imagery. I’ve always thought that the “sixties” never really stopped and this could be any student’s pad at any time since...

Jane's groovy pad
Bernard starts to dig into Jane’s story and whilst her wicked step-mother Martha (Vira Silenti) and her lover look hot favourites, he seeks out her brother David (Roberto Bisacco). Before he can find him, he and Jane are spotted by a dwarf (yep!) working for the bad guys (whoever they are) who arranges for Jane to be kidnapped.

David drives an E-type Jaguar!
Bernard and David stage a dramatic rescue of Jane, who has been tie up and stripped down to her lingerie by her captors… but hang on, this might actually be justified by the plot.

The rescue...
Jane and Bernard are spotted again by the heavies who chase them across London in one of the film’s most interesting sight-seeing sequences. Brass relishes his locations and it’s great to see the city as it was and still remains…

Underground, overground...
The chase ends up at Wimbledon dog track where Bernard is cornered and beaten up. Naturally he escapes and returns to Jane with remarkably little bruising…he’s tough alright.

By now we’re convinced that the Wicked Step-mother’s lover is to blame but Bernard and Jane find him dead in his bath and incriminating necklace on the floor…but where is his murderous lover?

Jean-Louis Trintignant, Vira Silenti & that very valuable poster...
For some reason the middle-aged socialite has decided to head to Alexandra Palace to check out Soft Machine and the rest of at the International Times fundraising 24 Hour Technicolour Dream – Granny Takes a Trip?

The Great Hall, Alexandra Palace...
Cue scenes of Bernard and Jane traipsing through Ally Pally whilst the chaos goes on all around and spaced out scene-sters freak out for the cameras…

Bernard tracks down Martha and the pieces begin to fall into place… the ending twisting in un-expected ways as dawn breaks over N22…

  
Dusty verdict: turn off your mind relax and float down stream… unchallenging, psychedelic-noir with engaging lead actors, swinging scenery and imagery. Available on DVD across the universe.

For more on the 14 Hour Technicolour Dream check out a Man Alive documentary on YouTube and Floyd-fan, Colin Turner's recollections of the event over here.

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