This movie begins with sex, segues into sex and minor vampirism and ends with sex and death. In between there is much faux lesbianism where hot chicks peck at each others bodies but never really go Ellen Degenerate-esque lesbo, mental illness, a groovy ass soundtrack and about as much vampire gore as you'll get from a box of Count Chocula.
That's not to say it doesn't have merit as an erotic vampire movie. It's just not a horror movie and your Anne Rice brand of vampire is long deceased in this realm. The scenery and architecture utilized is quite excellent and adds to the dream-like flavor of a rather plot-less flick.
I've watched this movie a handful of times over the years and have yet not to fall asleep during it. I don't know if it's the subtitles, the avalanche of nudity over-riding the senses or that the movie truly sucks despite my denials that it's an art film.
Unfortunately, both the translation and closed caption features seem to be unavailable for this embed of the movie (the previous one posted was deleted by YouTube; hence, the caption below in the still photo) but having watched it with those options it's safe to say that the dialogue isn't essential to the "plot."
My other hack observations include these two sort of lookalikes:
The boyfriend of the victim who reminds me of that David Boreanaz dude.
And the crazy chick who is 55% blonde version of a young Tori Amos and 45% Laura Dern.
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