This film is set in two parts and begins with four sisters who believe themselves to be vampires, and some ends up being one.
I can't explain much because, I have to admit, I didn't understand much of this film. But it looks good.
But Rape of the Vampire falls into neither classic, nor artistic, nor cheesy-good. It is simply horrible.
In high school, we made a film called Captain Ecology, which could possibly rival this film on editing and plot and acting. Just count your lucky stars that it will never show up for sale anywhere. Feel disappointed? Then go ahead and pick up this piece of ripened cheese.
Filmed originally in 1968 as a short, this French film was literally booed at its opening. Quite risqué for its time, there was plenty of blood and nudity, and perhaps fans of the genre weren't ready for such bold entertainment; or perhaps they knew a bad movie when they saw it. Today, it will seem tame, but it still has the capacity to bore you to tears.
Filmed entirely in B&W and subtitled in English, the story is irritatingly (I'm sure it was meant to be artistic) interspersed with random flashes of inconsequential scenes, and the editing is jerky and poorly done even by high school standards.
The Plot? Well, if you can call it a plot, a group of four women wander about in diaphanous, sheer dresses, believing that they are vampires. After they all die in the first half, they are miraculously brought back to life for the second half, in which another vampire lady joins them and they finally grow teeth. That's about it. Oh, and there is some naked frolicking in the surf.
Rape of the Vampire isn't even Campy, it's just plain bad. If you want blood, buy a bloody movie. If you want nudity, buy a Playboy DVD. If you want artisitic, buy an art film that won an award somewhere. But stay away from this flick at all costs, unless you are truly a drooling Rollin fanatic.