Frederick sees a photograph of a ruined seaside castle, which triggers a strange childhood memory. He then goes on a strange quest, aided by four female vampires, to find the castle and the beautiful woman who lives there.
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This erotic vampire film features a young man on a strange quest after recognizing a castle on a poster. He seems to remember the castle from his childhood and eventually finds it with the aid of a strange woman dressed in white. It turns out that his family has been keeping the secret of vampirism from him.Written by
While at a party, Frédéric (Jean-Loup Philippe) notices a photograph of a ruined castle that triggers childhood memories of a mysterious, attractive young women. Intrigued, the young man sets out to find the castle and the woman who resides there, his quest aided by four female vampires.
When a director's work is referred to as 'dream-like', I usually take that to mean 'pretentious' and 'confusing'. Jean Rollin's Lips of Blood is, at times, both of these things, and yet I still found myself liking the film to some extent. It certainly doesn't hurt that Rollin sees fit to fill Lips of Blood with naked and semi-naked Euro-totty, but I also enjoyed the overall surreal ambience, where nothing is predictable.
As far as the nudity is concerned, viewers are treated to a photographer's model (Béatrice Harnois) in nothing but knee high boots, the photographer herself (Martine Grimaud) in the altogether, the four vampire ladies wearing nothing but billowing chiffon (they'd catch their death, if they weren't already dead), and the young woman Frédéric is searching for - actually a vampire called Jennifer (Annie Belle) - stripping off at the end of the film. Jean-Loup Philippe gets his tackle out to keep things fair.
The weirder stuff includes a would-be assassin with a Jason King moustache who tries to kill Frédéric for reasons I still haven't worked out (and who is foiled when a vampire switches on a fountain display), Frédéric's rescue from a mental institution by vampire nurses, Frédéric meeting Jennifer wearing David Bowie-style new wave make-up, a blind peddlar woman selling photos of the ruined castle (don't ask me why... I haven't the foggiest), and a head-scratching ending that sees Frédéric, now a vampire, climbing into a coffin with Jennifer, the pair carried out to sea by the tide.
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