Busking For Blood.
I’ve always wanted to see a midget fuck a horse. Failing that, a vampire circus. And, thanks to the fine folks an England’s inimitable Hammer Studios, I finally got my wish, at least the second part of it. The first part, I’m still several thousand dollars and a plane ride to Southeast Asia away from fulfilling.
Vampire Circus is exactly what the title suggests, and what you would expect from late period Hammer Horror films. Towards the end of the company’s illustrious existence, as profits began to slide, the company was blessed by a marvellous mix of laziness and desperation. The sweaty-palmed panic about declining viewership led to a series of increasingly bizarre conceits for films, whereas the laziness stopped the brain trust significantly short of explaining any of these high concept ideas. So, when Peter Cushing started fighting kung-fu vampires in the Orient, you didn’t need to ask why, you just sat back and enjoyed the ride. Sadly, Vampire Circus features neither Cushing or Hammer counterpart Christopher Lee, but it still manages to be entertaining in its own right.