1957's "Blood of Dracula" from AIP producer Herman Cohen cashed in on the success of Michael Landon's "I Was a Teenage Werewolf" with a simple gender reversal of both Landon and Universal's "The Mad Ghoul." Previous credits at Realart (Lon Chaney's "The Bushwhackers" and "Battles of Chief Pontiac," plus "Bela Lugosi Meets a Brooklyn Gorilla"), Allied Artists ("Target Earth"), and United Artists (Abbott and Costello's "Dance With Me, Henry") led to Cohen's arrival at American International, where the youthful slant on a supernatural favorite led to a similar double bill pairing this picture with "I Was a Teenage Frankenstein," shot a month later. It's a shame that Cohen decided to use this title since there is no Dracula, it's not "Dracula's Daughter" nor even a male vampire; instead of a mad scientist using a moody teenager for experiments on regression (Bridey Murphy again), we have a female chemistry teacher taking advantage of a troubled girl student. Louise Lewis had played the school principal in "Teenage Werewolf" (as well as an unbilled part in John Beal's "The Vampire"), here second billed as Miss Branding, whose fanatical thesis has rightly been rejected by the male dominated scientific community, that each individual has a greater capacity for destruction than any 'A' bomb if the right techniques are used. Enter Nancy Perkins (Sandra Harrison), latest arrival at the Sherwood boarding school for girls, still grieving for the mother who died only six weeks before, and dismissive of her father's sudden decision to remarry. She is not as short tempered as Michael Landon's character, quite a sympathetic figure, especially after the other girls in her dormitory trample over her the first night. Nancy is bright and quick to be accepted (she chose not to snitch), but under the hypnotic influence of Miss Branding undergoes a physical transformation and incurable thirst for blood. The old bat brandishes an amulet from the Carpathian Mountains, which can either heal or destroy depending on its use, and guess which one is selected? The result is a wild hairy creature with pointed ears similar to Max Schreck's "Nosferatu," certainly making for a decent poster. Luckily, the lone male victim (Jerry Blaine from "Teenage Werewolf") is the dimwit who belts out the picture's embarrassing teen dance number, while the perfunctory police investigation only eats up time and goes nowhere, the one officer who suggests a vampire on the loose rapidly denounced as a crackpot (we at least get a mention of Transylvania). Despite Sandra Harrison's affecting performance she never went on to any prominence, director Herbert L. Strock asserting that the actress already considered herself a star. Among the cops we see Malcolm Atterbury (back from "Teenage Werewolf") and Richard Devon ("The Undead," "War of the Satellites"), but the picture is half over before the first killing, with little enough action as it is, one other attack claiming two victims before the predictable climax. One gorgeous student who disappears all too quickly is raven haired Barbara Wilson, soon to star in "Terror in the Midnight Sun," later reworked by director Jerry Warren into the John Carradine vehicle "Invasion of the Animal People," who also supplied the memorable opening sequence of Martin Kosleck's "The Flesh Eaters."
Review of Blood of Dracula
