[Vampires] move with loud whooshes at lightning speed when you can’t quite see them, and with ungainly lurches when you can. They are a miserable lot. Count Dracula at least had style and a sense of personal destiny; these guys are merely obsessed with their next meal. They don’t even speak that elegant Hammer Films English; they talk like a garbled transmission played backward: “Qwe!nt raqulo*gg brop#sith!” The movie, which speaks their language, helpfully provides subtitles. — Roger Ebert