Vampira

CinemaSerf6/10

May 4, 2026

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I suppose that pretty much every Hollywood "legend" ended up doing something a bit dodgy for the cash, so no reason why David Niven couldn't. His Count Dracula is pining for his wife, "Vampira" whom he can only resurrect if he can secure a supply of triple O- blood to restore her from her half-century snooze. With his loyal factotum "Maltravers" (Peter Bayless) in tow, he has been luring glamorous girls, straight out of "Playboy", and giving them just enough of a nibble to ensure their compliance in blood donation but not to create a new coven. Success! They manage to find some and swiftly resuscitate her. Snag? Well she's the wrong colour. She's black. Moreover, she's had quite a long enough nap and so wants to get out and about to catch up on some of what she has missed since her last outing in the roaring twenties. The Count has some reservations about how she (Teresa Graves) will be received, 1970s attitudes being what they are, and so he employs the services of local Lothario "Marc" (Nicky Henson) to track down the original donor of the blood in the hope that they can find a solution to this prickly problem. This is all pretty smutty stuff, but Niven looks to be very much in his element as the gently sexist comedy starts to behave a little unpredictably thanks to a lively effort from a Graves who looks like she knows this will likely be her only moment in the cinematic sun. It's probably Bayliss who has the best of the one-liner dialogue but the whole thing pretty much thrives with it's tongue in it's cheek and for much of it I was expecting Hugh Heffner to pop out of a jacuzzi somewhere. No, it's nobody's finest work, but Niven is debonaire enough to keep it from being abject trash and as spoof horror films go, it's by no means the worst.