She falls asleep like he said she would, he gets undressed and takes off her bathrobe. The scene is almost beautiful if you forget what he is doing. He takes out a razor blade from his bag, cuts her wrist and drinks her blood.
Martin is a vampire.
Or is he? The next morning Martin (John Amplas, Creepshow) gets off the train in bright sunlight and doesn’t seem at all phased by it. Amplas’ general physique is that of a geeky, awkward teenager, with an amusing “leggy” walk. Although facially he has the features of the romantic vampire vision; full lips, predominant teeth (not fangs) and wavy hair. Put him in a frilly shirt and he would not look out of place. He has black & white visions, or maybe they’re flash backs, of him in another time, seducing female victims, drinking their blood and being chased by the torch carrying yokels.
When we get to his uncle’s house it is apparent he knows all about Martin. He warns him not to take from the village. He does though, but he is almost always very careful.
I found myself hoping Martin would succeed. He was quite innocent and yet in other ways profound. He thought that the fact he had not had sex with someone awake, meant he had not really had sex. So when he is propositioned by a bored housewife he is too shy to accept… at first anyway. This relationship becomes his downfall. This is one of those vampire films that links the drinking of blood to sex and sexuality and does it very convincingly. Acting impulsively and completely free is quite sexy and attractive.
Martin dismisses his uncle’s garlic and crucifixes and violent attempts at exorcism, insisting there is no such thing as real magic. It is quite a fascinating idea that there could be vampires and that they are not effected by such things because there is no higher power, no God. They just exist. They just are there along side the rest of us.
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