One day, a madman somehow made a Werner Schroeter movie with a lot of studio money. Grand Guignol orgy that is very horny and so scared of it. Too much in every possible way, the images barely contain the feelings and ideas. I wish Coppola had even a passing interest of making an actual horror movie, but that is a minor personal problem. I like that every actor is asked to play one designated character note as loud as possible.
One of Franco's bigger budget films, it looks quite good, but strange listless.Follows Stroker's novel faithfully than most, but drains its narrative momentum while locating it an image of original decdent fear only it never quite pulls the effect it is after. An intriguing failure.