In this the last of the Hammer Dracula films, screenwriters tried to add a touch of James Bond, with Dracula heading a SPECTRE-like organization bent on world destruction and, of course, out to suck a little blood on his way to Armageddon. There is a bevy of pretty vampire girls, and loads of tooth and nail struggles to the death, but not much of this is very engrossing. Part of the problem is the laughable looking horde of motorcycle thugs who serve the evil count, as all seem to be dressed in clothing that makes them look like refugees from London's Carnaby Street; their hairstyles only underscore this impression. Hammer should have ended the franchise earlier.
Review of The Satanic Rites of Dracula
