The Iron Rose

The Jean Rollin film that even people who cannot stand Jean Rollin tend to respect. A young couple wander into an enormous cemetery for an afternoon, linger too long, and find as dusk falls that they cannot locate the way out, and from there the film is essentially the two of them and the gravestones. There are no vampires and almost no plot, just mounting panic and a woman who begins to prefer the dead to the living. It is Rollin's most controlled and least silly picture, closer to a poem than a horror film. If his vampire pictures felt like beautiful nonsense, this is where the beauty holds without the nonsense.