The magical cinematic year of 1974 brought us what I feel is the greatest interpretation of Count Dracula ever to hit the big screen. This movie really has it all, blood, laughs, hot naked ladies, crazy Euro-accents and, of course, vampire shenanigans. Our vampire here is played by the great Udo Kier in what is the most unique take on the character as a pitiful bloodsucking weirdo. There's also an undeniable political subtext thanks to our communist loving, aristocrat hating handyman played by that hunky Andy Warhol regular Joe Dallesandro. Lots of blood is vomited and arms and legs roll. Unfortunately despite the movie poster's promise there aren't any giraffe's or mummies in this movie. While you can't compare it to Bela Lugosi's DRACULA simply for historical reasons it's easily the high point for vampire flicks in the grindhouse era. A.K.A. ANDY WARHOL'S DRACULA ( I guess this title got the artsy-fartsy crowd to come see sleazy flicks like this back in the day.)
Roman Polanski, with a beard, shows up in a small role in a tavern.