director William Crain
Ah, Blacula. I really haven’t watched much blacksploitation since I’ve been doing this film diary. Blacula is one of the few that I had seen long ago. I guess it also fell into the area of my interest in horror films as a child, ones I’d read about. I certainly understood it as a “black Dracula” but I don’t think I knew any “sploitations”.
This was a case of the TCM October horror slate offering “on demand” titles for a little while. It seemed an apt addition to my month of the horror spectrum.
William Marshall might not be a Billy Dee Williams (especially when Blacula has all the extra facial hair and eyebrows to accompany his teeth), but he’s a smooth African noble who was duped by the real honest to God Dracula and then stuck in the basement until some gay furniture auction hunters pop up to send his groovy casket to L.A. And oh how times have changed.
The bottom line for me on this flick is that it’s actually pretty good.
It’s kind of funny but the main this I remembered about the movie from when I’d seen it back in the 1980’s was how amused we were by was when Elisha Cook, Jr. (didn’t know it was him back then, though a recognizable face) answers the phone in the morgue, “Morgue!” and how we started answering our home phone that way for a while thereafter.
Well, not every notion about movies is all that significant or interesting.