Twins of Evil

John Hough has given Tudor Gates' script a good pace and directed so that audiences can take it as straight horror or as a slight send-up.

Some moments of Gothic atmosphere though, don't quite dispel the feeling that much of the plot is devoted to developing situations where its leading ladies might be disrobed for the camera.

The rest of the costumed crew, led by that veteran horror hand, Peter Cushing, as the twins' witchhunting uncle, who chases the fanged Count and his retinue, hardly give Twins of Evil a good name.

An unusually silly ordeal, yet it’s difficult not to be amused by the violence, the vampire bloodshed, and the last-minute injections of bouncing cleavage.

...an unashamedly sexy, luridly violent, and well-produced horror movie shot with actors who weren't especially embarrassed to be a part of the bloody happenings on screen.

Touches of ethereal gothic atmosphere and a neat funereal flamboyancy make this slick shock package a cut above the rest.

Part of the fascination lies in the variations on the familiar typology.

An effective examination of the conflict between repression and hedonism.

It's well performed, adequately eerie (with terrific lighting), superbly scored, and filled with enough heaving bosoms to pass muster. At the end of the day, that's all one can truly ask of a B-level fright film.

The lively and atmospheric but flawed horror pic might be routine and limited by its slack story, but it is entertaining and holds up better than most vampire pics.