Classic piece of vampire erotica. Strays quite a bit from the source material, but the plot is still very intriguing and the cinematography (as always with Hammer) is wonderful. Not really a horror movie per se, just a great opportunity to watch some cleavage-tastic young vamps seducing left, right and centre. Ingrid Pitt makes a most welcoming vampire and Madeline Smith the most adorable virgin in distress that the genre has ever captured on film. Fab.
Bergman explores his familiar territory of the artist, his torments, and his relation to others and the world around him. The ghosts in this are symbols of the main characters mental state, a fab idea handled with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. The Innocents did this far more effectively and The Shining far more entertainingly, thus what you're left with are some fascinating insights into the human condition that are quite poorly dramatised. I'm all for dark and surreal, but it just tries too hard.
Interesting story, with a cool climax. The characters are totally one dimensional though - there's the womanizer, the manipulative bitch, and the simple kind one. This over simplifying really drags the film down, that and no one seems to age at all during the movie. Having said that, it's much better than your typical British 'Viva la proletariat' pretentiou-drama.
Really well acted, but ultimately dull working class drama filled with typical whiney lefty bullshit and cliche 'gritty' camerawork. As a character study, it has moments of genuine intrigue, but the tension simply fails to build in any way remotely interesting. A poor man's Romper Stomper.