It’s been a year since the Prince of Darkness (1966) was put to rest but the townsfolk are still shaky and superstitious. A meddling monsignor, who seems to think that gold crosses grow on trees, self-appoints himself to do something about it and unsurprisingly cocks up everything for everyone.
The application of colour-edged filters was a bold idea but it seems almost arbitrary and more often than not they just look amateurish and silly. By contrast, the rooftop scenes look fantastic and the inventive way that Dracula is dispatched is highly entertaining and memorable.
2½ drinking games out of 5
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