Those requiring proof that Criterion is capable of releasing sub-par movies from time to time need look no further than Blood for Dracula, a Andy Warhol co-production that ranks among one of the worst and least faithful Dracula intepretations ever made. Udo Kier is Dracula, played as a villain so frail he vomits blood ever 10 minutes. He needs virgin blood, but all the lasses he encounters are strangely, um, experienced. Cute premise, but it's played straight, with nary an (intentional) laugh.
Part of me feels like I didn't really get The Limey. Though it's a spare 85 minutes, director Steven Soderbergh always has a trick or two up his sleeve, and I was sure some twists were in store for me.
Witness Out of Sight, with criminal and cop falling into an unlikely romance. Witness Sex, Lies, and Videotape, which broke the indie film scene wide open. Witness Schizopolis - you know, all of it.
Camp is an understatement. This film, a partial product of the Andy Warhol art machine, reinvents the Frankenstein story as a sexed-up tale of incest, dismemberment, and 3-D gore, all ending in a slaughter on par with Hamlet... if it was written by John Waters. Horror fans will love it, as will friends of bizarro cinema. The rest of you are well-advised to steer clear.