The Valdemar Legacy review

La Herencia Valdemar posterIt almost borders on amazing that The Valdemar Legacy (La Herencia Valdemar) has not been embraced as a cult item by horror fans around the globe. The Spanish production name-checks such genre icons as Poe (borrowing the name “Valdemar” from one of his stories) to Lovecraft (the alleged source of inspiration for the screenplay) to Aleister Crowley, Bram Stoker, and Lizzie Borden (all of whom appear as characters). As if that were not enough, Spanish horror star Paul Naschy appears in his final screen role, proving the monster-kid credibility of writer-director José Luis Alemán. All of that makes The Valdemar Legacy sound like a fanboy’s dream of home movie, but the film is actually a lavishly mounted affair, beautiful to watch and drenched in ominous atmosphere, with enough production value to rival similar efforts by Tim Burton and Guillermo Del Toro. Viewers eager to enjoy terrors dressed in the accoutrements of Gothic horror may have a good time, though slow pacing and a misguided ending undermine the effectiveness.
Like one of Nobuo Nakagawa’s Japanese horror film from the 1950s, (e.g., Black Cat Mansion), The Valdemar Legacy takes a modern-day story and wraps it around an extended flashback, with events in the two time sequences sharing equal weight in the narrative. The story begins in present day with Luisa Llorente (Silvia Abascal) called in to value an old mansion after a previous appraiser mysteriously disappears. Llorente discovers her predecessor’s body in the house, then encounters a ghostly presence; Llorente escapes with some caretakers, who keep her locked up. Seeking to avoid publicity, the mysterious Valdemar Foundation (which is overseeing sale of the property) brings in Tramel (Oscar Jaenada ), a private investigator, to find Llorente. On a long train ride to the property, Dr. Cervia (Ana Risueño) explains the history of the house to Tramel.
Valdemar Legacy seanceLazarus Valdemar (Daniele Liotti) and his wife Leonor (Laia) used to operate a foster home out of their house. A photographer, Lazarus raised funds for the orphanage by conducting phony seances during which he took “spirit” photographs. The Valdemars are exposed after they refuse the blackmail demands of an unscrupulous reporter. Lazarus is thrown in jail, but Leonor receives help from Aleister Crowley (Paco Maestre). In exchange for freeing Lazarus, Crowley wants the photographer to conduct another séance, because Crowley has determined that Valdemar’s fakery has inadvertently made genuine contact with the other world. The ritual goes awry, releasing a demon that inhabits the body of a corpse, leading to a conflagration at the house, and then…
Instead of returning to the present to wrap up the story, The Valdemar Legacy stops with a “To Be Continued…” cliffhanger, leaving the Llorente’s predicament completely unresolved. This is not only frustrating; it is mildly insulting. The Valdemary Legacy presents itself as an old-school ghost story that builds slowly to a climax, but the methodical pace fails to reward viewer patience with a worthwhile payoff.
Consequently, The Valdemar Legacy winds up feeling like one long back story – almost like the pilot episode of a television series, with subordinate characters introduced not because they will do anything interesting now but because they will show up later in Part 2. The strategy is effective in terms of igniting interest in viewing the sequel, The Valdemar Legacy II: The Forbidden Shadow (La Herencia Valdemar II: La Sombra Prohibida); unfortunately, that film is not available in the U.S. except as an import DVD and as a YouTube rental (in Spanish without subtitles).
Before its abrupt ending, The Valdemar Legacy is a visually impressive exercise in old-school horror; though few Lovecraft elements emerge (expect more in Part 2), the story is an entertaining mashup of familiar tropes and figures, enhanced director Alemán’s obvious love for the genre. The makeup and effects work are well crafted, though the computer-generated imagery sometimes reveals its digital origins. Although the script is slow to get anywhere, sympathetic performances help to hold our attention until the third-act séance finally delivers the goods,with hell literally breaking lose.

Valdemar Legacy Naschy
Paul Naschy as Jervás

There is a certain black humor in the notion that the resulting horror not only inspired Bram Stoker to write Dracula; it also gave Lizzie Borden a flash of insight on how to deal with her “family problems.” These esoteric touches may not draw a wide audience, but fans should get a kick out of seeing a film clearly aimed at viewers with their knowledge base. Fans will also be happy to see that Naschy (a cult figure for his many screen appearances as doomed werewolf Count Waldemar Daninsky) is quite good in a non-scary supporting role as the Valdemar’s faithful butler.
If you want to see old-fashioned Gothic horror realized with 21st century craftsmanship, Alemán’s exercise in affectionate nostalgia feels less embalmed than Crimson Peak. A pastiche whose familiarity is part of its appeal, The Valdemar Legacy brings its cliches to life with winning enthusiasm, unhindered by any ambition to reinvent the genre. If not for the narrative missteps, it would be a real gem.
Note: The Valdemar Legacy was – but no longer is – available for streaming through It can still be found on YouTube, though misleadingly labeled under its sequel’s title, La Herencia Valdemar 2 pelicula completa en español.

The Werewolf Vs the Vampire Woman (a.k.a. La Noche De Walpurgis, 1971): Review

The Werewolf Vs. the Vampire Woman poster

Paul Naschy returns for his third outing as Waldemary Daninsky, the unfortunate aristocrat afflicted with the curse of lycanthropy. You have to give the old ghoul credit for trying so hard to squeeze a little more blood out of the rapidly shriveling corpse. THE WEREWOLF VS. THE VAMPIRE WOMAN (known as LA NOCHE DE WALPURGIS [“Walpurgis Night”] in its native Spain) is on par with the other Daninsky films, which hardly acquired classic status but did manage to entertain with their enthusiastic blend of elements: plot motifs from Universal Pictures’ black-and-white WOLF MAN movies of the 1940s; colorful gore from the Hammer Films output of the 1960s; and a distinctly European dash of exploitation, including gratuitous nudity and lesbianism. It’s the kind of film you enjoy late at night, especially after a few drinks, but you don’t really respect it in the morning.
The screenplay (co-written by Naschy under his real name, Jacinto Molina) once again revives Daninsky by having a silver bullet removed from his heart, as in the previous year’s ASSIGNMENT TERROR (a.k.a., LOS MONSTRUOS DEL TERROR). This time, the revivification is accidental: the bullet is extracted during an autopsy, which takes place in what appears to be a tomb (at least the creaking gate outside the building and the wind rustling through the trees suggest a cemetery setting, which the bare-bones interior set does little to dispell).
The coroner is surprised to find that, for the first time in his career, he has a patient who survived the operation!
The coroner is surprised to find that, for the first time in his career, he has a patient who survived the operation!

Awakened form his near-death experience, Daninsky reverts to werewolf form and kills the two men performing the operation, then departs to the nearby woods, where he kills a random woman. The victims tend to live just long enough to roll over so that we can see their bloody wounds in close-up; the camera thoughtfully tilt’s down from the naked woman’s torn throat to reveal a rivulet of blood between her naked breasts. In case this carnage (all in the first five minutes!) is not enough to grab viewer attention, the credits that immediately follow play over a montage of horror highlights from later in the film.
Meanwhile, as part of a class project, a couple of female college grad students are seeking the tomb of Countess Wandesa Darvula de Nadasdy (known in real-life as the infamous Elizabeth Bathory, although that might or might not be clear in the subtitles or dubbing, depending on which version of the film you see). Their successful quest brings them in contact with Daninsky, who is seeking the Countess’s final resting place for a reason of his own: he hopes that the magical silver cross-dagger that ended Wandesa’s bloody reign will terminate his own interminable life and grant him eternal peace. (Daninsky has apparently given up on silver bullets – and who can blame him, after being shot twice, only to be resurrected both times!)
Daninsky needs the cross to end his own existence, but what about the vampire from whose corpse he removed it?
Daninsky needs the cross to end his own existence, but what about the vampire from whose corpse he removed it?

Right about now, a thought is probably occurring to you – one so obvious you wonder why the characters did not think of it: if Daninsky removes the dagger from the vampire’s heart, will that not bring her back to life? Sure enough, it does! Confusingly, the first living dead creature we see is a dessicated corpse, which we assume is the the resurrected countess; however, Daninsky quickly dispatches this zombie with a thrust of the magic dagger, killing it pretty quickly and leaving us to wonder: Is the movie over already? Well, it turns out that the wrinkly-crinkly walking-dead thing was not the Vampire Woman after all. So, the Countess is still out there, and it’s not long before she sets her eyes on a few nubile necks.
Barbara Capell as the newly vampirized Genevieve
Barbara Capell as the newly vampirized Genevieve

This being Euro-horror, the Vampire Woman is pretty much exclusively interested in female victims, the first of whom is Genevieve (Barbara Capell), who comes back as a vampire herself and sets her eyes on her former college colleague, Elvira (Gaby Fuchs). Fortunately for Elvira, there is no way that she going to die by a vampire’s fangs; the plot clearly has her slotted as the woman who will fall in love with Daninsky and do him the good service of putting him out of his eternal misery.
In case you hadn’t noticed, continuity has taken a back seat by this point, since the film’s focus shifted from Daninsky’s effort to end his immortal existence to the predations of the revived vampiress. Just to remind us of what’s at stake (no pun intended – seriously), Daninsky kills a victim or two, emphasizing that he really needs to get this werewolf thing under control – even if “under control” means plunging a silver crucifix-dagger into his chest.
The Vampire Woman prepares to sacrifice Elvira to the Devil. Will Daninsky wolf out in time to save her?
The Vampire Woman prepares to sacrifice Elvira to the Devil. Will Daninsky wolf out in time to save her?

I forgot to mention: there is a time-lock plot device involved in all of this. Apparently, on the titular Walpurgis Night, Countess de Nadasdy is going to offer a sacrifice to Satan, and then all hell will break loose – as if things have not been bad enough already!
Eventually, Elvira’s boyfriend, Inspector Marcel shows up – which is rather awkward, as Elvira is in the midst of her brief, tragic love affair with Daninsky, whom she will soon have to kill. Marcel plays such a minor role you almost wonder why he is in the movie at all. The answer to this question is that you see more of him in LA NOCHE DE WALPURGIS, the subtitled European version, in which there are a couple of scenes of him investigating the murders committed by Daninsky. After viewing these scenes, you will find yourself still wondering why he was in the movie.
Finally, all the elements come together for the big conclusion; fortunately for the plot, Walpurgis Night falls during the full moon. Also fortuantely, Daninsky is a little bit like The Incredible Hulk, in the sense that, when he really needs to, he seems to be able to control his transformative rampages, attacking the villain instead of his lady love. This leads to a mano-a-mano brawl with the Countess, for which Naschy’s previous career as a professional wrestler probably stood him in good stead.
Waldemar Daninsky reverts to werewolf form - which is not good news for his Vampire Woman opponent!
Waldemar Daninsky reverts to werewolf form - which is not good news for his Vampire Woman opponent!

Not that the result is particularly thrilling. How excited can you get, watching a hairy man attack a whispy woman in a flimsy black diaphanous gown? (Don’t answer that!) The script seems completely unconcerned with the question of what happens when two supernatural beings, each with his or her own particular rules, come to grips: Wouldn’t the werewolf need to use a stake through the heart to kill the vampire woman? Wouldn’t the vampire woman need to use a silver bullet to kill the werewolf?
Apparently not. A simple bite shuffles off De Nadasdy’s mortal coil a second time, leaving the cross-dagger safely in Elvira’s hand, so that she can use it on Daninsky, thus not only granting him eternal peace but also resolving the love triangle, so that she can Marcel can get back together.
THE WEREWOLF VS THE VAMPIRE WOMAN is confusing at times. How did Daninsky (who was recently dead and presumably not able to do much research) manage to learn the location of – and obtain a villa conveniently close to – the vampire’s tomb? Why doesn’t Daninsky plan for what will happen when he removes the silver dagger from the vampiress’s body? Who or what was the walking corpse that Daninsky dispatches with the dagger? (Sharp-eyed viewers seem to think it was the Countess’s long-dead servant, whom we see in a flashback.)
There is no direct continuity with the previous film in the series: the location seems to be different, and the coroner’s brief dialogue references to “rumors” that Daninsky was a murderous werewolf, do not align with the events of ASSIGNMENT TERROR. Even more confusing, Daninsky suddenly has a sister helping him – where the hell was she during the previous two films?
Daninsky has a late-night snack.
Daninsky has a late-night snack.

So why bother watching? Because the horror scenes are done right. There is atmosphere in abundance, thanks to the Leopoldo Villasenor’s location cinematography, and the exploitation elements (sex and violence) hit just the right note of disreputable fun. (Interesting to note that images which would have been deemed shockingly excessive back in 1971 seem rather tame today.)
There is a certain crude exuberance to Daninsky’s lycanthropic rampages (after dispatching one victim, the werewolf drops a big chunk of gory flesh from his jaws – yummy!). Naschy probably plays more scenes in werewolf makeup than Lon Chaney ever did (you can usually recognize him beneath the fur, which is nice), and he seems to enjoy the physicality of acting with his body. He also carries off the requisite sense of romantic tragedy in his human scenes. The werewolf makeup and transformations are old school and sometimes campy, but that’s part of the charm.
Patty Shepard as Countess Wandesa Darvula de Nadasdy
Patty Shepard as Countess Wandesa Darvula de Nadasdy

Daninsky’s opponent is a bit less memorable. The Vampire Woman’s over-sized head-dress -looking almost like a miniature tent – is comical. Presumably the intent was to put actress Patty Shepard in a costume that would disguise the switch to a stunt double during the tussle with the werewolf.
Fortunately, Leon Klimovsky films the vampire scenes in seductive slow-motion, enhanced by wafting fog (which, as often as not, is seen rolling along the floors of the villa – the absurdity of the imagery only increasing the surreal quality). Capell, as the newly vampirized Genevieve, displays a memorably alarming pair of eyes – both hypnotic and hungry, fueled by her new blood-lust, directed at her old friend. These sequences provide everything a fan could ask of a film like this – good, unpretentious horror that is not ashamed to embrace beloved cliches.
All of this does not add up to great film-making, but it is a good example of fulfilling the genre requirements with a certain gusto – enough to help us overlook, if not forget, the plot deficiencies.


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THE WEREWOLF VS THE VAMPIRE WOMAN is currently available on DVD-R from Synergy Entertainment and on instant streaming from Amazon. You can find the film for free on public domain outlets, such as However, these English-dubbed prints are typically cropped, scratched, and faded – not to mention shorn of eight minutes. If you want better picture quality, a widescreen transfer, and the complete running time, your best bet is Anchor Bay’s 2002 DVD, which presents the film under one of its alternate titles, WEREWOLF SHADOW. This cut of the film is also available for free on YouTube (previously posted here), under the original Spanish title LA NOCHE DE WALPURGIS. Unfortunately, on the YouTube version, the English subtitles are thirty seconds out of synch with the Spanish audio track.
THE WEREWOLF VS THE VAMPIRE WOMAN/LA NOCHE DE WALPURGIS is one of those cases in which the edited version is in some ways superior. The deleted scenes of Inspector Marcel are hardly missed; their absence speeds up the pace and removes one distraction from a film that already seems to be losing sight of its main plot thread.
One eccentric element of the original cut (heard in other Daninsky films and, indeed, in other Euro-horror films of the period) is the intrusion of breezy lounge-style background music on the soundtrack, apparently to remind viewers that, despite the Gothic settings, the story has a contemporary setting. This takes place most noticeably during the opening credits, with an upbeat wordless female vocal distinctly at odds with the three brutal deaths (two gashed faces and one ripped throat) that we have just witnessed.
In the English-dubbed version, this music is replaced by a more sinister cue, lifted from elsewhere in the film, and played over a selection of scenes culled from the rest of the movie. (The shorter Spanish-language opening credits play over a freeze frame of the werewolf and a reprise of the dead woman’s blood-drenched chest.) The reprise of the pop theme over the closing credits (where it is hilariously ill-suited to follow the tragic events of the finale) has likewise been replaced in the English-dubbed version, with another sample of the film’s effective, almost ambient background score.
Don't expect to see the sheet drop in the English-dubbed version!
Don't expect to see the sheet drop in the English-dubbed version!

On the downside, the love scene between Daninsky and Elvira is truncated, removing a few seconds of nudity; the bloody breasts from the opening credits are also missing. And as mentioned above, the U.S. distributor saw fit to make some footage serve double-duty, giving away some of the better moments before they appear properly in the narrative.
Like Nashy’s other Daninsky films, THE WEREWOLF VS THE VAMPIRE WOMAN will probably appeal to a niche audience of fans, either of the actor in particular or of 1970s Euro-horror in general. It is far less convoluted and threadbare than ASSIGNMENT TERROR but not as much outrageous fun as Daninsky’s debut outing, FRANKENSTEIN’S BLOODY TERROR (more properly known by its Spanish title LA MARCA DEL HOMBRE-LOBO [“The Mark of the Wolf-Man”]). Naschy himself apparently liked the the idea enough to recycle it in NIGHT OF THE WEREWOLF (1981, a.k.a.: EL RETURNO DEL HOMBRE-LOBO). It’s not an idea I would have resurrected, but in its original form it is worth a good howl at the moon.
THE WEREWOLF VS THE VAMPIRE WOMAN (1971, a.k.a.: LA NOCHE DE WALPURGIS, WEREWOLF SHADOW). Directed by Leon Klimovsky. Written by Jacinto Molina, Hans Munkel. 82 minutes. Rated R. Cast: Paul Naschy, Gaby Fuchs, Barbara Capell, Andress Resino, Yelena Samarina, Jose Marco, Barta Barri, Maria Luisa Tovar, Julio Pena, Patty Shepard.

Paul Naschy, RIP

Paul Naschy as Valdemar Daninsky, in a film whose titles translates as Mark of the Wolfman, but was released in the US as FRANKENSTEINS BLOODY TERROR.
Paul Naschy as Valdemar Daninsky, MARK OF THE WOLFMAN," released in the US as FRANKENSTEIN'S BLOODY TERROR.

75-year-old Spanish horror star Paul Naschy died in Madrid on Monday; cause of death was cancer. Naschy, whose real name was Jocinto Molina Alvarez, starred in dozens of monster movies, many of which he also wrote and/or directred. His most famous role was that of Waldemar Daninsky, the doomed werewolf  who appeared in a series of films in the ’60s and ’70s.
Naschy’s prolific output consisted largely of pastiches of classic horror movies from the 1930s and 1940s, with the addition of color and bloodshed to liven them up for contemporary audiences. He first came to the attention of American audiences with 1968’s LA MARCA DEL HOMBRE LOBO (“The Mark of the Wolfman”), the first of the Daninsky films, which was released to U.S. theatres under the misleading title of FRANKENSTEIN’S BLOODY TERROR. (The distributor was contractually obligated to deliver a “Frankenstein” title, and legal problems were delaying the intended film, FRANKENSTEIN VS. DRACULA.) This colorful film was not the sort to earn critical kudos, but it delighted kids at their local movie houses and found an enduring life on late-night television and later home video as an enjoyable cult film.
Although Naschy’s heyday was in the 1970s, he continued working in subsequent decades practically until the moment of his death, reprising the Daninsky character in 2004’s direct-to-video effort TOMB OF THE WEREWOLF, and playing Dr. Moreau in 2005 A WEREWOLF IN THE AMAZON. His last completed credits were providing a voice for AL APOSTOL and appearing in THE VALDEMAR HERENCIA (“The Valdemar Legacy”), both of which are scheduled for release in 2010.
A former weightlifter, Naschy was not the most subtle actor, but he brought an energetic physicality to his monster portrayals, and he probably performed more scenes in makeup as the Wolfman than his obvious role model, Lon Chaney, who played the lycanthropy-inflicted Lawrence Talbot in five classics from Universal Pictures in the ’40s. Making allowances for Hollywood hyperbole, one can understand why distributor Sam Sherman, on the DVD audio commentary for FRANKENSTEIN’S BLOODY TERROR, claims that Naschy’s athletic turn beneath the makeup – growling, leaping, and rampaging with wild abandon – was the best performance of any on-screen werewolf.
Naschy’s films were seldom sophisticated, but they offered fun-filled popcorn entertainment for fans who wanted to see the familiar cliches up on the big screen once more, and they will no doubt continue to be revered in cult cirlces. If you are among the uninitiated, you could do worse that renting FRANKENSTEIN’S BLOODY TERROR.