The Rape of the Vampire (1968)

Good films always raise compelling questions, whether the format is fiction or documentary fact.

This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

While it doesn't offer any answers, it both thrills and makes you think.

There are moments in this movie where the great movie it could've been peek out... They're fleeting, here, but they're worth savoring, and they happen often enough to make it worth your while.

Review based on the 90-minutes long version, le viol du vampire. My initial thought, in the first few seconds of this, is that it looks more like a zombie movie, with people stumbling and fumbling about in a wooded swamp area, instead of a vampire movie. It became obvious to me early, that this was not going to work as a cohesive whole, but a collection of images: some of them, incredibly beautiful and mezmerising; others, just baffling. Even the baffling images piqued my interest and held my attention. Example: four chicks in white robes, carrying flaming torches during broad daylight is the next sight, and eventual implications that they are vampires. Later, two of the girls in white robes dueling with épées late at night, while fire burns brightly behind them is another incredible bit of black-and-white imagery. The fire is blown out to the point where it almost looks like black-and-white infrared images. A favourite, particularly striking, scene occurs approximately 11.30 minutes in, with white-robed brunette carrying a candelabra, walking barefoot upstairs to the rooftop, now shown in high contrast black-and-white. A stunningly beautiful hallucination of an image. Film seems to be merely an excuse to showcase bizarre visuals, wipes and camera angels, and is all the more better for it. Forget about the plot (if there ever was one) this movie is about visuals. I love this movie for its haunting imagery: the old scarecrow and crosses placed around the Château to keep these alleged vampires inside. The château itself is sprawling and immense; some of it is bathed in sunlight, while other parts of it are in dark shadows, from massive overgrowth. I cannot decide about its music score, however, which is overpowering, but at the same time, serves to make the film more surreal.

Popular French art/cult director Jean Rollin's first foray into the horror genre calls itself a two-part melodrama and is divided into two segments that overlap; "Part One: The Rape of the Vampire" and "Part Two: The Vampire Women." In the first portion (which is the shorter of the two), psychoanalyst Thomas, his friend Marc and Marc's girlfriend Brigitte go to a mansion to investigate claims of vampirism. Living at the large country home are four psychologically troubled young women who are rumored to be ageless vampires by the superstitious townspeople. The villagers try to keep the women inside at all times by staking crosses everywhere and using a weird-looking, hairy-faced scarecrow that an old man provides the voice for. Thomas suspects the women have been brainwashed into believing they're actually vampires when it fact they're not, and sets out to get to the bottom of things. Even though the acting's not great, the dialogue is terrible and the editing is horrible, this segment is visually very beautiful. The images, the camera set-ups, the framing of shots and the clarity of the black-and-white photography are all done well. The director also proves to have a nice eye for detail, outdoor scenery, light and shadow. The art direction is also good, and though the storyline is a bit muddled it's still not too difficult to follow. Unfortunately, immediately after this shorter portion concludes, the film basically falls apart and it never recovers.With several of the principals either dead or turned into vampires at the end of "Rape," we now enter the second segment "The Queen of the Vampires." The "Queen" is an arrogant short-haired woman who is carried around on a bed by two of her goons and has a bunch of hipster followers at her side to do her bidding. No clue what she really wants or what's driving her, but it seems like she's power mad and wants to put on some kind of theatrical wedding where two people will have sex in a coffin that's nailed shut. She and her minions have also blackmailed a doctor into trying to come up with a cure for vampirism. They have turned the doctor's girlfriend into a vampire to edge him along. Several characters from the first segment wander in and out every once in awhile. It's all extremely confusing to watch and hard to keep track of what's going on, who is who and what it is whoever is trying to accomplish. This second and much longer portion also seems more rushed and less stylish than the first. It's also full of continuity errors and hacky editing splices that make it even more confusing. Both segments feature plenty of T&A shots, which were quite risqué for 1967 I'm sure.Discounting Rollin's super-cheesy living dead disaster ZOMBIE LAKE (which even his most devoted fans have a hard time defending), this is my first real look at the work of this director. I see a fantastic visual stylist with a lot of potential who needs a little help on his narrative structure and pacing. A happy medium can be met. Throwing a little clarity in every once in awhile never hurt a film. Of course, some people can and will defend the most senseless films ever made as long as they look good, calling them "poetic" or "dream-like" or "experimental." That's perfectly fine if this is a masterpiece in some people's eyes, but to me a movie this illogical really needs to sustain that other-worldly feel throughout to keep me interested. The first segment almost seemed to hit the right note, but the second didn't even come close. I'll certainly still check out more films from Rollin based on the positives here even though I was less than enthusiastic about this effort.

I had read about Rollin's work for years, but I only recently had the opportunity to see any of his films. This is, to date, the only one I have seen, and it far exceeded my expectations. To call the film "challenging" is an understatement; but, I believe, the director's intent is not to present a coherent narrative, but to indulge in his interest in dark poetry. The film plays less like a conventional "movie" than it does like avant-garde theater, and with this in mind, harsh critiques of the performances and the writing are immaterial. The structure with which the film unfolds makes perfect sense in every way. The monochrome images are stark, beautiful, radically unusual, striking, and unforgettable. Violence and sex scenes are artful as opposed to pornographic (reminding me of Jodorowsky's El Topo in this respect). Individual scenes play well within the format wherein they are presented. The budgetary limitations are negligible: the film's beauty is beyond reproach for all but the most closed-minded or prudish viewers. Approach the film as a two-act visual poem, and its rewards to the viewer will be manifold.

The Rape of the Vampire marks the directorial debut of French erotic vampire enthusiast Jean Rollin. The film was originally intended to be a thirty minute short; but someone had the bright idea of making it a feature film, so Jean Rollin went ahead, filmed another hour of dubious vampire nonsense and released the combined parts as a feature film. It sounds like a recipe for disaster; and since a disaster resulted from it, I guess that's exactly what it was. I really don't know how someone could have shot this movie and put it together like this without realising that it doesn't make an ounce of sense! This is almost to be expected from the second story, which is basically just an hour of filler - but even the first tale doesn't adhere to any kind of logic (except maybe Jean Rollin's!). There is a plot here somewhere, though, and to start off with it follows four vampire sisters. We then move into the second part, which follows the vampire queen; played by a skinhead who looks a bit like Grace Jones. Exactly what's going on is anyone's guess - but those are the basic story backbones.In terms of plotting and substance, this film is a joke. However; in terms of style, it's a little more credible. The black and white cinematography looks almost like Jean Rollin was going for a French nouvelle vogue style, and it is nice to look at. It's not nice enough for you to forget that you're watching a really boring film, but at least the film has plus points. Rape of the Vampire does look low budget - but good plots don't cost anything if you're writing them yourself, and so this film's main problems can't be blamed on the budget. Rollin has got together a wealth of hot young French girls to star in the film, and while it doesn't compensate for the plot; at least the casting might stop you from falling asleep. Considering it was made in 1967, the film is fairly graphic; we've got a scene that sees a girl have her eyes poked out (although we don't actually see it) and there's plenty of nudity, of course. I'm not really sure what kind of person this film will appeal to. Pretentious film fans may find something to like about it; but if you're not a Jean Rollin completist, I really can't think of a reason to bother with this.