Female Vampire

Ian West4.0

“He was killed by a mouth, he was bitten in the middle of an orgasm, and the vampire sucked his semen and took his life away.”Shrouded in soft focus zooms and dreamlike transgressive eroticism, the constant certainty emerging from the thick fog is just how much Lina Romay and Jess Franco feed off each other, some sort of uncompromising collaboration so lush, lusty, and outright hypnotizing it isn’t even funny. Pretty sure I was seduced by Lina Romay multiple times while watching this and I can’t say that’s ever happened to me before while watching a movie.I’m glad my revisit of Diabolical Dr. Z made me crave more Franco because this movie hit the spot—and it’s even better the second time around

Lou (doesn't rhyme with booh! 👻)3.5

On the Portuguese island of Madeira, a mysterious beauty silently roams the forests. Meanwhile, several people are found dead, completely drained of their life juices. While a coroner tries to solve the deaths, a baron heads out in search of the mysterious woman.Female Vampire is one of the earliest Jess Franco/ Lina Romay collaborations and it's marvelous. It is peak dreamlike horror-eroticism.To me, this felt more like a later day (80's) Franco effort, because there was a lot more focus on the sleazy stuff. If you are so inclined, please check out nathaxnne's review for this movie. It's a bit lengthy, but it captures Female Vampire's essence perfectly. It's beautifully written, has a lot of humour and is, as far as I'm concerned, the definitive write-up for this movie. :)

Patrick Pryor4.0

Call me crazy, but I think I'm a Franco sexual. Lina Romay twerking in a bathtub full of blood burned a hole through my television screen and ignited a fire inside me that I never felt watching any old movie-film. I guess part of it comes from the way Franco zooms on Romay and really lusts after her every bed post caress and neck bite and kiss and writhing thrall of vampire ecstasy. And the way Romay performs for the camera, knowing her lover is watching and capturing her performance forever on celluloid for any jabroine and sad sack and erudite Euro snob and basement dwelling horror-fiend and plain ol' filmgoer in Whereverland to see. A kind of cinematic director-actress carnal love that transcends time and space and melts any medium to imprint on anyone caught in this white-hot grind of lust. Someone please grab a fan or open a window, 'cause I have the vapors!