The time-honoured myth refracted throughthe lens of New York lifestyle. Dracula (Kier) becomes just another junkie searching for his fix, having quit Romania on a quest for the virgin blood that he desperately needs in Catholic Italy. Little Joe, as per, hunkers around after anything in skirts, looks puzzled, and spouts neo-Marxist claptrap. The deadpan dialogue is improved no end by wayward dialectic from De Sica, incomprehensible as an Italian with four sexy daughters. Often startlingly beautiful to look at. CPea.