I shouldn't have put off watching this for so long, but something about it made me think it was going to be more boring than anything else. Maybe it was the films actually made by Andy Warhol, such as New York and Blow Job, which are art pieces meant to be viewed in context rather than focused on for their entire running lengths. Regardless, when viewed with the goals of the film in mind, Blood for Dracula is a complete triumph, from the awkward pacing of the dialogue to the clumsy socialist rhetoric that is tossed around by the mysteriously American-sounding Italian villa worker/hero, whose most heroic moment comes in the form of a rape.
I have mixed feelings about cult films, and on the whole, I think there are as many cult films of value, proportionally speaking, as there are films of value in general. But unlike, say, Reefer Madness, Blood for Dracula is a movie that was obviously made with this designation in mind, yet it never collapses under the weight of self-parody. Fronting De Sica and Polanski as he tramples on both director's respective genres, Morrissey is nothing if he isn't tongue in cheek, consistently reaching for both entertainment and a vicious sense of satire. The film ends up being wicked fun, and deserves a higher profile than it has.
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