Ah, George Hamilton, King of the Carrot Colored People. (I hear Lindsay Lohan’s a countess.)
Count Dracula (George Hamilton) has been evicted from his castle by a Communist committee bent on turning it into a training facility for Romanian athletes. Dracula relocates to New York, which is no coincidence. He’s finally fallen in love after 700 years with a woman that he’s only seen on the covers of fashion magazines. With a loyal bug-eating manservant named Renfield in tow, he heads to the Big Apple to find the woman of his dreams.
He finds her, sure enough. It turns out that she’s a supermodel named Cindy who has some extra baggage attached in a fiance who – naturally – is a descendent of Van Helsing.
The movie really feels like a Mel Brooks production sans the slapstick, so I guess you could call it Mel Brooks-lite. A lot of the jokes fall flat, but some are actually pretty funny. And while George Hamilton portrays Dracula as a lovelorn guy vastly outof step with the times, it’s really Peter Benjamin as Jeffrey, the fiance who’s also a therapist, who steals the show. The guy has fantastic line delivery and really works a part that could have been fairly lackluster into something quite funny. Jeffrey constantly tries to both win back over the girl he loves and honor his family heritage by slaying Dracula with predictable but comic results – he gets locked up in the nuthouse and arrested. (He spends his time in the psychiatric ward drawing pictures of Dracula in crayon with the title ‘Dracula SUCKS!’)
It shouldn’t be any surprise that Count Dracula overcomes the obstacles, gets the girl and flies off into the night, but he has a few humorous pitfalls before he does. If you watch it, I’d have a healthy sense of no expectations beforehand so that the few bright spots really stand out. It’s also fun with regard to the fact that there’s a large amount of name brand recognition – TWA, Kentucky Fried Chicken, etc. – so there’s a lot of, “Hey, remember when that looked like tht?” Case in point: Remember those old animated Raid commercials? There’s one of those in this movie.
I’m not sure what makes this a guilty pleasure, but it was at least an enjoyable watch.