A fun one from Hammer about an aging Elizabeth Bathory-style royal bitch in the candlelight days who discovers that virgin’s blood magically turns her into a younger woman. All she has to do is rub it all over her face like Noxema and she’s a luscious young Ingrid Pitt within seconds. She looks so different that no one even knows it’s her anymore.
From there, she has a good time wearing dresses that show off her breasts like fresh French bread at a bakery counter and sleeping around with a young buck who’s always up for it. Only problem: the effect doesn’t last. After awhile, she turns into an old bag again, and often at inconvenient moments.
You know what that means: more dead virgins! Ingrid doesn’t care. She’ll slaughter a hundred peasant girls for a few more days of the sunlight glistening in her blonde hair just right (Would male virgin blood do the trick? Who knows? Hammer, because they’re Hammer, is all about filling the screen with pretty girls). Obviously, this can’t last. The secret gets out. Also, all of the poor blacksmiths and pig butchers in the village are wondering why their daughters are disappearing. It’s an entertaining ride that has nothing to do with Dracula. The title is just Hammer trying to add some extra sparkle to the theater marquees.