改编自则尔所著小说《黛色霜青》。

改编自则尔所著小说《黛色霜青》。

墨西哥超现实吸血鬼片，导演Juan López Moctezuma是JODOROWSKY大师的好友，曾经参与杨大师多部经典CULT片的拍摄工作。 　　A beautifull artist (Cristina Ferrare) moonlights as a vampire while in Mexico, killing lovers of both sex. It seems that the only person who has any chance of stopping her reign of terror is her father (John Carradine), who's also a vampire. Model and future TV host Christina Ferrare is a lesbian vampire whose victims are dying to quench her thirst for blood. Mexican authorities and her father (John Carradine) try to come between Ferrare and her next target's neck in this horrifying shockfest. 　　Juan Lopez Moctezuma's MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY (1975) is one of those movies you watch and, after mentally cataloging all the things wrong with it, realize how cool it really is... mostly because of all the things you thought were wrong with it. Cristina Ferrare is such a Pamprin headache of an actress, as stiff as a celluloid collar, and yet she does create one of cinema's most interesting vampires. In many ways, Mary couldn't be worse at what she does - while the early murder of a man interested in more than her paintings goes off smoothly (Miss Thing slyly sliding a hairpin out of her chignon during female superior sex and using it to lay open his jugular), her next victim (a fisherman, whom she has attempted to drug) nearly fends her off until she takes him down in one of the most ungainly vampire attacks of all time. 　　Elsewhere, Mary proves herself a complete chicken shit in moments of tension, as when she breaks down in big boo-boo tears when confronted on a country road by a mysterious figure clad in black. She's lachrymose, emotionally withdrawn, sexually disengaged and her art sucks... what a perfect portrait of an Ugly Americana spreading the white man's poison south of the border. It's in this context that the cheapness of the production, the harsh 70s decor, the cold, perfunctory performances and the wall-to-wall Muzak score actually begin to seem like grounded artistic choices and have a lot to do with why I keep coming back to this one. 　　MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY ends in a surprisingly cynical bloodbath of ultraviolence that leaves only the pathetic title character standing... or in reality on her knees sucking the life out of the one person whose love she had relied on to point her to some kind of normalcy. Not enough vampire movies use awkwardness and incompetence as character traits to define their bloodsuckers and that's too bad. George Romero had similar ideas for MARTIN (1976) a year later but portraying vampires as just folks is definitely the horror road not taken.

墨西哥超现实吸血鬼片，导演Juan López Moctezuma是JODOROWSKY大师的好友，曾经参与杨大师多部经典CULT片的拍摄工作。 　　A beautifull artist (Cristina Ferrare) moonlights as a vampire while in Mexico, killing lovers of both sex. It seems that the only person who has any chance of stopping her reign of terror is her father (John Carradine), who's also a vampire. Model and future TV host Christina Ferrare is a lesbian vampire whose victims are dying to quench her thirst for blood. Mexican authorities and her father (John Carradine) try to come between Ferrare and her next target's neck in this horrifying shockfest. 　　Juan Lopez Moctezuma's MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY (1975) is one of those movies you watch and, after mentally cataloging all the things wrong with it, realize how cool it really is... mostly because of all the things you thought were wrong with it. Cristina Ferrare is such a Pamprin headache of an actress, as stiff as a celluloid collar, and yet she does create one of cinema's most interesting vampires. In many ways, Mary couldn't be worse at what she does - while the early murder of a man interested in more than her paintings goes off smoothly (Miss Thing slyly sliding a hairpin out of her chignon during female superior sex and using it to lay open his jugular), her next victim (a fisherman, whom she has attempted to drug) nearly fends her off until she takes him down in one of the most ungainly vampire attacks of all time. 　　Elsewhere, Mary proves herself a complete chicken shit in moments of tension, as when she breaks down in big boo-boo tears when confronted on a country road by a mysterious figure clad in black. She's lachrymose, emotionally withdrawn, sexually disengaged and her art sucks... what a perfect portrait of an Ugly Americana spreading the white man's poison south of the border. It's in this context that the cheapness of the production, the harsh 70s decor, the cold, perfunctory performances and the wall-to-wall Muzak score actually begin to seem like grounded artistic choices and have a lot to do with why I keep coming back to this one. 　　MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY ends in a surprisingly cynical bloodbath of ultraviolence that leaves only the pathetic title character standing... or in reality on her knees sucking the life out of the one person whose love she had relied on to point her to some kind of normalcy. Not enough vampire movies use awkwardness and incompetence as character traits to define their bloodsuckers and that's too bad. George Romero had similar ideas for MARTIN (1976) a year later but portraying vampires as just folks is definitely the horror road not taken.

内德爱他美丽的妻子玛丽，但由于他的性功能障碍无法满足她，无论他怎么努力，都无济于事。有一天他发誓将自己的灵魂卖给魔鬼，以换取他缺乏的男子气概，并提出接受他的提议，魔鬼答应了。内德很快发现自己能够享受他梦寐以求的体验，但不知道魔鬼对内德和他所有的新玩伴有一些可怕的计划......

内德爱他美丽的妻子玛丽，但由于他的性功能障碍无法满足她，无论他怎么努力，都无济于事。有一天他发誓将自己的灵魂卖给魔鬼，以换取他缺乏的男子气概，并提出接受他的提议，魔鬼答应了。内德很快发现自己能够享受他梦寐以求的体验，但不知道魔鬼对内德和他所有的新玩伴有一些可怕的计划......

职业赌徒约翰来到阿根廷被枪手追杀，黑帮老大巴林救了他，并把他收为副手。巴林在一次旅行后带回了新婚妻子姬黛。姬黛与约翰曾是一对情侣，不想竟在这种情形下相遇。他们彼此关心却彼此伤害，嘴里说着“我恨他”，心里却无时不关心着另一个的反应。姬黛达故作放荡、滥情以期激怒约翰，事实上，约翰确实被激怒了。后来巴林离开了阿根廷，姬黛与约翰结婚了，然而约翰却纠缠于她的过去而有意惩罚她。

最强恋爱教练黛博拉和魔性的出版企划者秀赫所说的关于恋爱的一切