There’s a beautiful aimlessness to Jean Rollin films, which is not a criticism: we could all do with some aimless beauty once in a while. His oeuvre mainly consists of good looking and scantily clad people embroiled in supernatural situations in gothic locales. The Nude Vampire is no exception, and is full of twins and masks and blood and suicide. There aren’t really any vampires in the traditional sense, although there is a lot of nudity, so the title is at least half right. There is a proper story in there, and an interesting new horror mythology, but it all takes second place to atmosphere, location and Rollin’s wonderful visual sensibilities.