I’m not supposed to like Tod Browning’s MARK OF THE VAMPIRE (1935), much less love it, but I do. Love it, I mean… and what’s not to love? For the price of admission you get Bela DRACULA Lugosi, Lionel DOCTOR X Atwill, big-ass bats, poorly landscaped graveyards, moldy family crypts, lanterns glowing in the fog, [...]![]()
