Quite possibly one of the greatest bus-bound bloodsucking sagas ever released, for years I've had to put up with watching a horribly chewed VHS copy of the movie seeing as no-one could be arsed giving it a proper DVD release.
Until now that is.
Was out shopping for pants t'other day when I found this little beauty lurking on a shelf just behind a copy of Night Train Murders.
And for only 3 quid too.
|Trackings dodgy mate!|
Well it would have been had, upon watching, it'd not become obvious that Fusion Media Sales had in fact broken into my house and just transferred my copy onto disc.
Via an old sock.
It's even got chews on it.
Oh well, as good an excuse as ever to revisit....
La Orgia Nocturna de los Vampiros (AKA The Vampires Night Orgy. 1973)
Dir: Leòn Klimovsky
Cast: Jack Taylor, Dianik Zurakowska, Charo Soriano, Helga Liné, José Guardiola, Manuel de Blas, David Aller, Indio González, Luis Ciges, Antonio Páramo, María Vidal, Sandalio Hernández, Fernando Bilbao, Alfonso de la Vega, Rafael Albaicín, Reg Varney, Fernando E. Romero and Sarita Gil.
|”The Countess says you can continue your work, with one arm!”|
It's a sunny day in seventies Spain, Stan Butler anxious to get away from Blakey's constant complaining has decided to get a summer job driving a motley band of agency employees to their new jobs at a huge country estate and hopefully pull some dolly birds along the way.
Unfortunately whilst still 110 km from their destination, Stan suffers a massive heart attack and without his buck toothed pal Jack to perform a complicated heart massage procedure dies.
|"Ere Jack...I can't feel my fingers!"|
Luckily the passengers manage to stop the bus before anyone else is killed, regaining their composure and calling a meeting over what action to take.
Ferret-like gardener Terry Godo (former governor of Santander, Ciges) volunteers to take little Violet Smallgirl (Gil, later to grace our screens in the fantastic Esposa y amante) off the bus (as opposed to up the casino) whilst the rest of the passengers hurriedly carry poor Stan to the back seats before draping a dirty blanket over him.
Oh the indignity of it all.
Whilst all this stiff shuffling is going down Violet heads off to explore the local rocks where she bumps into a bowl haired, snub nosed little boy named Jeremy (star of Profesor Eróticus and director of Dawn of The Dead Romero) who invites her to play with him in the nearby quarry.
Until he gets bored and vanishes into thin air that is.
|Some scary titles yesterday.|
On arrival tho' our reluctant travelers realize that the entire place is empty, save for internationally renowned brush salesman Luis (Taylor from Polanski's The Ninth Gate), who instantly takes a liking to the harsh faced yet pleasantly breasted Alma (Scrabble scoring Zurakowska, star of such quality fare as Dracula, the Terror of the Living Dead....yes I know it's bizarre but these folk did indeed go on to have careers).
Helping themselves to the local hotels supply of crisps and booze it's not long before everyone is passed out, either draped across chairs in the bar or sprawled across the beds in one of the rooms.
Brits abroad eh?
Although to be honest they're not Brits they're Spanish.
And in Spain.
I didn't really think that thru' did I?
Let's just forget about it and move on.
Anyway back to the action where lecherous Luis has discovered that not only his is room right next to Alma's but there's a spy hole in the wall giving him (and us) ample opportunity to ogle her frighteningly conical breasts.
Not everyone of the bus is a sex pest tho', there are a couple of honest-to-goodness alcoholics too, including the pie-eyed plumbers mate Ernesto (former Looney Tunes star Gonzálezis) who is too preoccupied with finding more booze to think about sleeping (or shagging) and wanders off into the village in the hope of finding an off-licence or 24 hour garage.
Imagine his surprise then when instead he finds every resident of the village having a party in the local graveyard.
And if that wasn't enough to tingle your spine imagine his reaction when he discovers that they're all vampires.
Now how's he gonna explain that to my nan?
|"Hello there hen....fancy a wee bit o' mooth shite-in?"|
No, nothing sinister here at all then.
But for the mayor there are more important things to worry about, like what to feed everyone with seeing as the whole village appears to be devoid of shops.
|"Can we fix it? No it's fucked!"|
Turns out that he actually has a plan for such an occurrence (can you imagine the town meeting? "First order of the day, what to do if a bus load of non vampire tourists turn up unannounced") and soon has the town giant (Drácula contra Frankenstein star and uncle of Frodo, Bilbao) chopping off various bits of townsfolk to serve to the travelers.
Which is kinda sweet if you think about it.
But let's not forget that this is a horror movie not some feel good community caper so to add an air of uncomfortable menace to the proceedings (that doesn't involve Bri-Nylon slacks) who should reappear unannounced - and without having a wash the stinking bastard - why only Ernesto, all grey-faced, poo stained and scabby necked.
Exactly like your dad after his works Christmas party.
And his excuse for staying out all night?
Well according to it he's been busy burying Stan, tho' his pal Marcos Tandy (Paranormal Xperience 3D's de Blas) jokingly reckons from the size of his stomach he's probably eaten him.
If only he knew eh?
Invited to dine with the Countess our merry band enjoy a polite evening of stilted chat, sloppy dubbing and vaguely human shaped meat until the clock chimes midnight when she bids them farewell.
All that is except wannabe actor and stud for hire Cesar (Aller from Krakatoa: East of Java, the film not the place ) who after shoddily reciting a wee bit of Shakespeare gets to shake his own spear in the Countess' bed.
By that I mean they indulged in the sex.
Rather than a post-coital cuddle and a fag tho' the Countess leaps on the poor fella, biting his neck before tossing him out of the window to the awaiting mass of hungry villagers below.
Usually when that's happened to me I just get given a false telephone number.
|"Is it in yet?"|
As day makes way to night, more and more of the travelers succumb to the villagers vile curse and with Luis no longer content to just crack one off whilst spying on Alma undressing, our peephole pal must find a means of escape for him and his squeeze to be...
Will they fix the car and escape?
Will the hotel ever replenish it's stock of pork scratchings?
Will Luis get his end away or be cursed to a life of furtive masturbation at bus stops?
And what is the secret ingredient of Boris' ‘special drink’?
Well I'm not telling.
|Whoever designed this cover, I hope your parents are proud.|
From the late, great Leon Klimovsky, the man behind the Paul Naschy starrers The Werewolf Vs. Vampire Woman and Dr. Jekyll Vs. The Werewolf comes this frankly bonkers tale of fangs, fiends and migrant workers that plays out like Carry On Abroad as envisaged by Jean Rollin.
There may not be any actual night orgies and only one true vampire but when a movie features so many close-ups of slobbering gypsy mouths, crooked European teeth and unkempt seventies bush as this you really can't complain.
Well obviously you could but I for one would ignore you.
And so what if the plots been done to death a thousand times before by the likes of 2000 Maniacs and The Grapes Of Death, it's rarely done with so much flair and grace by a cast that scarily decides to play the whole thing totally straight.
And I for one are grateful.
Plus it features Helga Liné in a set of comedy pound shop vampire teeth and a chiffon nightie, take from that what you will.
|Hook, Liné and tinker.|
A masterpiece of holiday horror from start to finish, like Withnail And I stumbling drunkenly into the plot of I Am Legend, La Orgia Nocturna de los Vampiros should be on the top of every bodies top ten Spanish Vampire films set in towns and featuring trapped bus passengers lists.
Well it is in mine.
For a film that cost tuppence to make the locations are surprisingly creepy, the luscious ladies are perfect Euro-vamps personified and the script is just the right side of dream-like, never wandering into the 'dubbed into incomprehensibility' badlands that many lo-fi Euroshockers end up in.
Unlike the DVD transfer.