Happy Birthday, Ingrid Pitt! Hammer Time and an Amicus Brief
Countess Dracula (1971) was the film that introduced me to Elizabet Bathory. I remember being disappointed as young teen that there was no Dracula to be found, but that disappointment changed when I laid eyes on Ingrid Pitt (and Nike Arrighi and Lesley-Anne Down). I also remember the “Hammer atmosphere” and its subtle web of a kind of dreaminess that both undermined and underscored the horrors in the film. The first Hammer film I saw was a rerelease of The Horror of Dracula somewhere around 1966 or 1967. There were heaving bosoms, a riveting Count Dracula who said nothing because he didn’t need to, and his demise at the end that left me speechless. It would be a few years and then I’d catch Hammer’s The Curse of Frankenstein , The Mummy , Count Dracula , and The Brides of Dracula . Hammer films were fascinating in a different way from Universal’s horror films. They were sexier, sure, but it was the pacing, the acting, and that general state of some kind of dream logic at work, even