Blacula

70s film about a black vampire – just like the title alludes to. Dracula invites handsome black man and his wife over for dinner and then insults them by suggesting the slave trade industry is perfectly acceptable. Fight ensues and Dracula bites the guy and says he will return as Blacula. Fast forward to 1970 something when a gay inter-racial couple buys Dracula’s mansion and opens up Blacula’s coffin. The best part about this movie is the music. The previous movies I’ve watched have had white people playing their version of 70s funk when an African American would show up on screen – and come on, you can tell. This soundtrack sounds like they scored the sweet band from Electric Company – sweet bass groves not played by white people (however any band scenes at black night clubs have white people in the band obviously not playing the music you hear). Blacula finds the woman he believes is the reincarnation of his dead wife and tries to get her back. Meanwhile, people are dropping like flies – and then popping back up with fangs. One thing I found out about vampires from this movie – you look normal when in public at night, but when you get all vampire-y, you grow fangs and sideburns – who would have known? I also now know that James Earl Jones stole his voice from Blacula (probably didn’t have it trademarked – his mistake). And this movie is not afraid to use the British word for cigarettes, nor the “N”-word as much as possible. There is also a guy named “Skillet” in this movie. Now I need a funny nickname. Maybe Paperclip or Duvet would suit me. This movie is funny and lame at the same time.