director Jean Rollin
“A girl in trouble is a temporary thing.” — Romeo Void
The girl(s) in trouble in Jean Rollin’s The Living Dead Girl are not likely temporary things. One is a reanimated corpse, thirsting for human blood, though gaining sentience as she goes. Her childhood friend, not full-on Sapphic friends as in many of Rollin’s films, just truly deep soul-mates, is thrilled to find her alive again and willing to help procure for her.
Rollin is tremendously consistent in his themes, ideas, and depictions, and so, The Living Dead Girl typifies many aspects of his films. Tragic beautiful females, often lovers, empowered beyond normal life often as vampires, on the run from society (some form of it). In several films, as here, events are triggered by an ecological disaster of some sort, perverting life and death.
I’ve come to like Rollin more and more through weaving my way through his filmography. Sadly, Fandor, who had featured many of his films, has pared down their offerings. Living Dead Girl now one of few.
This one is a little more gory than most, which is almost surprising, all things considered. Gore doesn’t seem to be Rollin’s best angle on things. His milieu is the French countryside and old decaying houses, filled with somnabulant beauties often shedding their clothes, tragically in love, cursed by the world.