Zoltan, Hound of Dracula (1977)

Tail from the Kennel.

Unfortunately I never caught this pic as a youngster, to have that nostalgia glow, the memory bank igniting to recall a time when Zoltan scared one to tears. I have plenty of those type of movies, where I ask understanding about why a cheese laden film from my formative years still holds a piece of my psyche in the grip of fear.

So watching Zoltan now as a middle aged adult, for the first time ever, is just painful. It’s a simply awful film, the film makers dragging the dead carcass of the Dracula name through a sewer of foul smelli... Leer el resto