Blacula. This little 1972
Blaxploitation horror movie has quite a reputation for its name
alone. Black Dracula, essentially. Directed by William Crain, a black
director with a few other Blaxploitation movies to his credit, along
with several tv shows, including some episodes of The Dukes of
Hazzard, and with a screenplay
written by Joan Torres and Raymond Koenig, the movie starts out
strong.
Campy,
but strong.
In
1780, Prince Mamuwalde (William Marshall, the Future King of Cartoons
on Pee-Wee's Playhouse)
and his wife Luva (Vonetta McGee) are on a diplomatic tour of Europe
and end up in Transylvania. Count Dracula (Charles Macaulay)
patronizes them and constantly needles the prince about race until
Mamuwalde tries to leave, and Dracula captures him, turns him into a
vampire, and buries him in a coffin in his castle because Dracula is
an asshole. Oh yeah, and Dracula dubs Mamuwalde “Blacula.”
Because
Dracula's an asshole.
Fast
forward to the 70s and an interracial gay couple of interior
decorators buy up a bunch of stuff in Dracula's castle, including
Mamuwalde's coffin. They're goofy, and definitely campy, but they're
also innocent of what's about to happen, so there's definitely
sympathy for them when they inadvertently ship Blacula to Los Angeles
and awaken him and get killed.
After
that, it slows down pretty hard. A doctor, Gordon Thomas (Thalmus
Rasulala) begins investigating the deaths and turns into this movie's
Abraham Van Helsing. Meanwhile, Mamuwalde runs into Tina (Vonetta
McGee again) who's a dead ringer for his long-lost love and he chases
her, getting run over by a taxi, and exsanguinating the sassy black
cabbie lady as consolation.
Then
it turns into a slow build of Dr. Thomas figuring out Mamuwalde is
Blacula, and his allies trying to save Tina and stop a vampire
outbreak across the city. There's a fun scene of a photographer
developing a photo of Mamuwalde that he doesn't show up in (before
she gets eaten by Blacula, of course), the vampire Cabbie waking up
in the hospital and charging down character actor Elisha Cook Jr
(from The Maltese Falcon)
that's actually kind of spooky, some vampires in cheap capes get
thrown into cardboard boxes, and a bunch of extras dressed like
motorcycle cops get killed.
There's
really not a whole lot to the movie, actually. It borrows heavily
from the classic Bela Lugosi Dracula
plot while throwing in the love story angle from Boris Karloff's The
Mummy. That's fine, its just
very pedestrian. The cast is fine, the effects are low budget, and it
would be rather forgettable if not for one thing: William Marshall.
Marshall
anchors and elevates the movie above its shortcomings by bringing a
sense of tragic gravitas to the character. His rumbling bass voice
helps too, along with his Shakespearean background. He's more
sympathetic than Dracula traditionally is, and despite running
rampant across LA for several nights, his death at the end of the
movie is handled with a lot of dignity. After he is denied love one
last time, he chooses to walk out into the morning sunlight. Marshall
makes a scene where he walks up a flight of stairs and falls over
dead into something not goofy. That's some real talent there.
Blacula
occupies a kind of middle ground of averageness in the Blaxploitation
genre. Its inoffensive, competent enough and mostly forgettable. I
do, however, recommend it for William Marshall's performance as
Mamuwalde. That's worth seeing.
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