Blood of the Virgins (1967) is an interesting attempt at vampire horror that stumbles through its narrative despite its atmospheric promise. Directed by Emilio Vieyra, the film tries to capitalise on the familiar gothic elements of betrayal, seduction, and the eternal curse of vampirism, but its low budget and muddled storytelling prevent it from fully sinking its teeth into viewers.

The film opens with Ofelia, who’s set to marry Eduardo but finds herself in a tangled web with her lover Gustavo. Despite some pre-wedding jitters, Ofelia goes through with the marriage, only for Gustavo to interrupt their wedding night with murder and a fateful bite, turning her into a vampire. Fast-forward to the 1960s, where a group of travellers takes refuge in a deserted lodge after their van breaks down. Ofelia reappears, now a tragic figure caught between the pull of seduction and her growing weariness with the vampire’s curse.

While the setup is promising and echoes classic vampire tales, Blood of the Virgins falters in its execution. The transition from Ofelia’s tragedy to the modern-day storyline is rough, leaving viewers with little investment in the new characters. The young travellers quickly fall into horror stereotypes, and their interactions feel shallow, making it hard to care about their fates as they encounter Ofelia. The central mystery surrounding the vampire’s motives and how the group will survive unfolds predictably, with suspense largely absent and horror scenes lacking bite.

Visually, Blood of the Virgins does manage to capture some atmospheric shots with moody lighting and a dreamy, surreal quality. However, it doesn’t do enough to maintain tension or provide any significant scares. Vieyra’s direction seems uncertain, as if torn between crafting a horror film and leaning into the film’s more exploitative elements. The horror never reaches the eerie or unsettling, instead landing in a kind of melodrama that drags down the pacing.

Ofelia, the story’s would-be tragic heroine, lacks the depth that might make her journey compelling. Her transformation and internal conflict about her cursed life could have added emotional weight, but they’re skimmed over in favour of a few romanticised seduction scenes that lack nuance. The attempt at sensual horror falls flat, feeling more like an obligatory nod to the eroticism associated with vampire lore than an organic part of the story.

While Blood of the Virgins holds some intrigue as a piece of Argentinian horror cinema from the 1960s, it ultimately fails to deliver as either a compelling vampire story or an effective horror film. It’s an uneven experience best suited for those curious about vintage Latin American genre cinema, but for most viewers, it’s likely to feel like a missed opportunity. Vieyra’s vision doesn’t quite come together here, leaving Blood of the Virgins feeling more like a hazy, half-formed nightmare than a film that truly haunts.

• Saul Muerte