The Vampire Lovers (1970)

Light on plot but heavy on eroticism, The Vampire Lovers features many a comely lass being easily seduced by the alluring Ingrid Pitt while small-minded men struggle to make sense out of their daughters' sudden anemic states. There's ample naked flesh on display and a light examination of social taboos being broken and the frustration of men who refuse to allow women to question their place in society.

While I'm no purist, I do find the fast-and-loose approach to vampire lore a tad frustrating. Carmilla (Ingrid Pitt) doesn't like the sun, but she can certainly come out in the daylight without being burnt to a crisp. A lazily-written and desperate moment arrives when Carmilla must bid those she's wronged 'Adieu' and simply disappears; an act which I've NEVER seen or heard depicted in a vampire tale. And to be clear, she doesn't transform into a bat or a wolf and run off. She literally vanishes. 

Still, there's a lot to recommend and one imagines house servant Harvey Hall's response to the news that he'd have to make out with Ingrid Pitt: "Well, I guess I'll suffer through it."

Ultimate moment of badassery. Everyone’s wondering who will stake and decapitate and Peter Cushing calmly says: I will do it. HELL YES YOU’LL DO IT, VAN HELSING! Cut her fucking head off!