Horror 365, Movie 52: Lips Of Blood

lips2Most of the time, I really don’t like vampires. Yeah. I said what I said. I hope we can all adjust and move on.

To be specific, I don’t like what vampire film and literature have become.

Seriously. I’ve never liked any iteration of Dracula in print or on film. I never bought the alluring/sexy vampire as put forth by Christopher Lee. Or Frank Langella and John Badham. Or Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt (though, okay, as a movie I liked Interview With The Vampire). Or by anyone having anything to do with (gag, choke) Twilight.

There are, of course, notable exceptions. Nosferatu holds up well, largely because it has none of the problems I just mentioned. In terms of traditional folklore, vampires are not pleasant, and neither is Max Schreck’s Count Orlok. The novel version of Lestat, The Brat Prince, is charming enough. Though technically not an actual vampire, I always dug Michael Morbius (I have an eye of you, Jared Leto).

I also have a painfully low tolerance for the vast majority of love stories.

Naturally it was only a matter of time before I got around to Lips Of Blood (Lèvres De Sang), a vampire love story if ever there was one. Oh well. I do live for irony, and at least it’s Jean Rollin.

The premise is simple enough. As a boy, Frédéric (Jean-Loup Phillippe) falls in love with a young (?) vampire, Jennifer (Annie Belle). He is convinced by his mother it’s all a dream.

Later, the adult Frédéric (who looks startlingly like the love child of David Soul and Robert Carlyle) is at a party where his memory of Jennifer is awakened when he sees a picture of the ruins where he’d met her. When he seeks her out, his efforts are hindered by his mother, but her attempts prove futile.

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Maybe it’s just me

There is a fair amount of disjointed, “I feel like I missed something; let me back up” storytelling here. It’s part of Rollin’s style and intended to create tension. In that respect, Lips Of Blood has more in common with giallo than with more traditional vampire fare.

On the other hand, Rollin doesn’t rein in this tangled plot as successfully as, say, Dario Argento or Mario Bava, or Rollin himself in several other films. In this case it becomes a klunky distraction. Atmospheric? Yes. Effective? Not so much (maybe it played better in 1975).

A couple of long stretches with no dialogue don’t help. At one point, the film goes six minutes without anyone uttering a single word. Thirty seconds later, nine and a half more minutes. In other words, fifteen minutes of film with only thirty seconds of dialogue roughly in the middle.

In Rollin’s defense, this might be explained in part by the fact that he made his films on a very low budget, kind of a French Roger Corman if you will. Still, a few shots just hang there for far too long. The would-be assassin at the Fountain Of Warsaw in the Jardins Du Trocadéro is a prime example.

Lips Of Blood isn’t without its high points, however. The ruins of Sauveterre Castle carry a vaguely Lovecraftian dread, and the mother’s story and the later hunt for four roaming vampire women has a similar vibe to the culty weirdness of the original Wicker Man.

It’s also worth mentioning that the female vampires are by no means sexualized temptresses despite two of them being covered only in sheer fabric. They are legitimate objects of fear, maintaining their steady, even pace as they trail their victims. It’s also interesting that one bite apparently kills any victim instantly.

Overall, if you like your vampire tales with a little less tradition, a little less sex, and a little more slow-building dread, you could do worse than Lips Of Blood. As vampire love stories go, I guess it doesn’t, y’know, suck.


7 onscreen
1 offscreen

for rent on Amazon Prime
free on YouTube

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