Disciple of Death

Words cannot convey the awfulness of this Grand Guignol about a revivified corpse vampirising maidens in 18th century Cornwall. It might well have been made over a weekend. The watchword was obviously one take of everything: people fluff lines and mess up entrances (particularly on the horses, which nobody can ride), and close-ups reveal the gauze holding wigs, beards and eyebrows together. The acting is preposterous, and towards the end, the appearance of a Jewish magician ('Trinity schminity') heralds an irrationally jokey (but quite unfunny) climax which is either an indication that the whole thing is a leg-pull or a last-ditch attempt to pump some life into the proceedings (it's difficult to tell).