I was blessed with an invite (from the Dark Lord, no doubt) to catch Transylmania at a private screening the other night.
Alas, due to a scheduling conflict, it was a toss up between "T" Vampire horror or "Young Victoria" romance and high drama in jolly Old England across the big pond (circa 1800's).
Sentimental gushing fool that I am - a Canuck loyal to the Royals (when I was a mere lad of about eleven years of age I actually waved to the Queen (E II) & Prince Phillip when the staid couple cruised by in their elegant Rolls Royce in the downtown streets of Toronto a few decades ago) - I opted for the visually-stunning period piece.
But, Transylmania has just opened in theatres around the country today, so I expect I'll slip into the horror-genre bill-of-fare one day soon to wallow in all the gorey mayhem.
In a nutshell, Transylmania is about a motley group of college students who embark on the wildest, sexiest, most outrageous semester abroad ever at Razvan University.
Located deep in the heart of the “cursed land” of Transylmania in a centuries-old castle, Razvan isn’t your typical institution of higher learning.
Indeed!
Leather-clad professors in chic black, a three-foot tall Dean, classes in crucifix weddings, and topless vampiresses lurking in shadowy corners are sure to titillate even the most sensible hard-nosed browners on campus (and elswhere).
See 'ya there!
Classic Vampire film!
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