Now I look at this title and envision hordes of both popular undead battling it out for the human tidbits. A battle royale to the well…death I suppose and frankly that sounded interesting to me. A sort of Underworld feels with not fur just fangs and claws. Instead I get this. Ho boy. So stock up on ammo, MREs and water from your secured undisclosed bunker. This is Vampires Vs Zombies.
So let’s start off with the few alternative titles to this flick and you will get an idea how long it took me to find it. You have Carmilla, Carmilla the Lesbian Vampire and last but certainly not least Vampires Vs Zombies. Netflix and Blockbuster bother were confused as hell to what I was requesting but finally I got a copy and proceeded to view this blight of Cinema.
Warning! Danger! Danger! The following will invoke spoilers to the film in question as well as cast and director and writer.
So we open our flick with Jenna (Bonny Giroux not Jenna Jameson you pervs) who is having a disturbing or quite possibly erotic dream of an ample bosomed brunette feeding on her. Then she blew my frickin eardrums with her Linnea Quigley scream startled from her terrifying dream. Her father Travis (C.S. Munro of Corpse-O-Rama) was also startled via car ride, has about 20 seconds of dialogue with her to establish to the audience that is now deaf that she is having this reoccurring dream. It is at this point I would also like to point out I recognize one member of the cast (Brink Stevens of Zombiegeddon, Birth Rite and Cheerleader Massacre) and she is hardly even in it so you can just wager how delightful this flick was. The term shaky cam comes to mind. Apparently no one bothered to explain weight ratios and balance to this fine film crew. Sheesh a unipod or tripod would have been nice but no that was not in the budget I gathered. Better to use the town epileptic, give him a pot of coffee and a camera. Our fearless director /writer Vince D’Amato is responsible for such flicks as the fore mentioned Corpse-O-Rama, Human Nature and Hell Hath No Fury and we shall not go into those movies for I do not keep a puke bucket by my desk.
Getting back to our film; this movie is very loosely based on the talented writer Sheridan Le Fanu that wrote the 1872 classic novel Carmilla and sadly it is about the closest any of the existing film makers have gotten close to. Well I loved the Hammer films so I cannot discredit the Vampyre Lovers with Ingrid Pitt but that is neither here nor there. To the best of my understanding of this 70 minute acid trip this is a series of chapters versus being a full film? While it is an interesting premise it is also utterly confusing to the causal moviegoer. The deliveries of lines from the actors seem so off base or unnatural. The inflection of their performance feels forced and completely out of context but hell what do you expect for an under budgeted half-assed indie film with no real direction of a plot but a blatant excuse for a lesbian sex scene that looked so staged it couldn’t stimulate the dead. I suppose the gore scenes were fairly graphic with the sub-plot of vampires and zombies duking it out but honestly I am left wondering how the title of the movie became the secondary plot.
This was not titled, ”Carmilla Gets the Girl” so what the hell is going on? Don’t get me wrong. This was not Zombi 3 where there was 3 directors throwing their hat in the circle but dear God it needed some cohesive editing man. I was struggling by the 40 minute mark like Apollo Creed hanging on the ropes in Rocky II. Bottom line kid; if you are just hoping for some awkward preternatural lesbian sex with a defunct storyline then this is your movie. If however you wish to hold on to a shred of dignity I have a few vamp films of this particular genre that would at least resemble a storytelling.