Blood and Roses on Netflix, a 1960 French film that, like Crypt of the Vampire and The Vampire Lovers is an adaptation of Sheridan LeFanu's Carmilla.
But O, what a difference-- Blood and Roses comes from Roger Vadim, and where Vampire Lovers was a gothic cheesecake film and Crypt was a spooky mood piece, Vadim's movie is a beautiful, haunting, genuinely well-made and often surreal vampire movie that focuses on a small cast and the forbidden loves between them.
In this version, Carmilla is possessed by a vampire who wants to possess the handsome Leopoldo, and she chooses the beautiful Mircalla, who is jealous of (but also a little infatuated with) the stunning Georgia, who luckily has the same jealous/not so jealous thing going on. There are fireworks, costume balls, explosions and even a caaaa-raaazy dream sequence that puts the foreign in foreign film.
You know how I often have to explain that a movie I'm watching has to be enjoyed in some removed or ironic fashion? This is not a movie like that-- it can be enjoyed as a prime piece of French New Wave.
Check out the slightly racy, very weird dream sequence here.
I cannot recommend this movie enough.
Here's a trailer:
If you wish to see the whole movie, you can just start watching it here: