Thus concludes an unusually busy year for reviewing first-run films– and thus also concludes my coverage of the Hammer Dracula series, which I’ve been writing about intermittently for an incredible 25 years:

 

Appointment with Fear (1985), in which there’s no appointment, with fear or anything else, but I do get the astral-projecting serial killer whose absence so annoyed me in The Astral Factor a few months ago…

Bad Moon (1996), in which man’s best friend is werewolf’s worst enemy…

Blood Tide (1982), in which treasure hunters on an Aegean island unwittingly resurrect the gill man which the locals used to worship as a god until about A.D. 500, but the results have more in common with The Wicker Man than with Creature from the Black Lagoon

Dracula, A.D. 1972 (1972), in which Hammer tries to get hip, but ends up proving instead how square it had really become…

The Satanic Rites of Dracula (1973), in which they try again by keeping the modern setting, but pivoting to a faintly Bond-flavored conspiracy thriller format…

The Legend of the 7 Golden Vampires (1974), in which the studio’s last and strangest hail-Mary gambit entails teaming up with Shaw Brothers to make a kung fu horror film…

Frankenstein (2025), in which the passion project of a lifetime yields disappointingly good-enough results…

and…

The Running Man (2025), in which what ought to have been the perfect dystopia for the present era of tacky malevolence turns out even more disappointingly good enough.

 

 

 

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