The Last Vampire aka Blood Bath (1966) – Jack Hill.

Revered B-maestro Jack Hill's luridly expressionistic Gothic shocker remains an eminently watchable, terrifically toothsome 60s terror treat. With its Buckets of Blood, cobweb-creepy crypts, buxom beauties, and all frightful manner of Grand Guignol extremis, Hill's darkly voluptuous imagery proves no less seductive than the eerily hypnotic gaze of hateful hedonist, Rasputin himself! Vibrant performances, atmospheric chiaroscuro photography, jazzily pulped dialogue, and a sinisterly dreadful, Edgar Allan Poe'd climax, like, karma is a beach, man!!!! If boisterously beatnik'd buffoonery, dingy dungeon despotism, goof-ball repartee, Nosferatu'd nookie, and gore-splattered décolletage be your warmly clotted cup of plasma, then this is one Blood Bath any vintage horror fan should happily take a deeply satisfying soak in.