I really like this film. It is a total trip from beginning to end.

I miss the time when nerds could distort a purely intellectual melange of ideas into a succession of questionable sex scenes, social commentary and psychedelic imagery. And take itself deadly seriously.

These kinds of films have got to be lurking in the depths of filmakers' monkey brains somewhere. We just need to stick them in a sensory deprivation tank and give them dubious looking plant material to ingest.

This is one of my favourite Jean Rollin films. It is full of the greatest dread and horror. And there isn't a single vampire in it!

I feel like it is a love letter to a cemetery. Sometimes I found myself losing the thread of dialogue as my attention was drawn to their setting.

But the dialogue is haunting, melancholic and poetic, too. The close-ups on Françoise Pascal tell a story all on their own, as well.

Jean Rollin might not be for everyone. Some might find his style of contemplative horrror more torpid than languorous. But if he is your jam, definitely watch this.

I laughed, I cried, I faked an orgasm.

Revenge is a dish best served with olive oil.