Strigoi’s Movie Reviews

  • Daddy’s Head (2024)

    When I saw the trailer for Benjamin Barfoot’s Daddy’s Head (2024), I scoffed at the menacing shots of a minimalist glass house. In recent years, too many filmmakers have leaned on the easy horror of see-through structures, exploiting the vulnerability of their occupants instead of doing the difficult work of developing a better story. If…

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  • Children of the Stones (1977)

    If you are looking for a horror series to binge watch, you could easily find new or recent content on Netflix. But why not try something different?–something with less gloss but more period interest and loads of heart. Take a trip back to 1977, when the pants were tight and the collars wide; and get…

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  • Dracula’s Widow (1988)

    The Coppola family seems to have cornered the market on vampire films. Between Francis Ford’s blockbuster, Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992), and Nicolas Cage’s  darkly manic performance in the now cult classic Vampire’s Kiss (1988), it’s easy to forget Christopher Coppola’s low-budget horror comedy, Dracula’s Widow (1988). But I like an underdog, and this uneven effort…

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  • Dracula’s Daughter (1936)

    If you’re interested in the history of queer representation in film, then I recommend Dracula’s Daughter (1936). Like so many movies from this archive, it’s a frustrating watch because same-sex desire must be expressed circuitously, rendered monstrous, and ultimately punished. I don’t think I’m spoiling anything by saying that the lesbian vampire dies in the…

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  • Count Yorga, Vampire (1970)

    Vampires in fiction and film often have a rarified air. Their condescension makes sense: When you’re of aristocratic birth (which most of them are) and immortal, you have travel and educational opportunities that position you above the masses. But of all the superior vampires on the scene, Count Yorga has the most (and best) attitude.…

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  • Death Spa (1989)

    After gorging myself on Thanksgiving dinner and experiencing the predictable postprandial bloat, my thoughts turned to health and resolutions for the New Year. But instead of resolving to join a fitness club–let’s not get crazy here–I committed to watching a cult classic that explores the horrific possibilities of the gym: Death Spa (1989).  Starbody Health…

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