La sanguisuga conduce la danza

A suave count in love with a showgirl invites her entire company to his secluded island castle. Legend has it that his father and his grandfather decapitated their wives then leaped to their deaths from a castle tower, and history seems to be repeating itself when the girls in the party start losing their heads. It takes an hour to get past the silly melodramatics and complicated love tangles and to the tepid scenes of murder and gore. Actor-turned-director Alfred Rizzo shows no flair for suspense or horror, and the film is mired in lugubrious plot complications that only get in the way of the real story. Is the melancholy count following in his father's homicidal footsteps? What really happened to his first wife? Will anyone in the crisscrossed company find real happiness, or should they settle for mere sex and voyeurism? (Redemption)