“Snakes don’t eat people.”
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The Lair of the White Worm, directed by Ken Russell, is a bizarre, campy, and often hilarious descent into a world of pagan rituals, seductive vampires, and absurdly oversized fangs. Based loosely on a Bram Stoker novel, this is a film that embraces the weird with an unapologetic glee, and while it may not be for everyone, it’s hard to deny the fun Russell injects into every serpentine twist.
What stands out most about The Lair of the White Worm is how Russell masterfully balances horror and comedy. The film’s self-awareness and over-the-top set pieces—like the infamous dream sequences where nuns are assaulted by a giant snake—make it clear that Russell is in on the joke. The absurdity is cranked up to 11, but that’s exactly what gives The Lair its quirky charm. It’s a horror film that doesn’t take itself too seriously, and that’s where the fun lies. You won’t be covering your eyes in terror; you’ll be laughing at the audacity of it all.
Then, of course, there’s Amanda Donohoe. As the seductive Lady Sylvia Marsh, Donohoe is a scene-stealer in every sense of the word. Her performance is equal parts campy and hypnotic, bringing a delicious mix of menace and mischief. Whether she’s seducing victims or casually slithering around her manor, Donohoe plays the role with a knowing wink that’s impossible to resist. She’s not your typical femme fatale—she’s more playful and outrageous, and that makes her all the more captivating.
While The Lair of the White Worm may not rank among the greats of British horror, it carves out its own niche in the genre. It’s a film that revels in excess, weirdness, and pure fun, buoyed by Donohoe’s unforgettable performance and Ken Russell’s gleeful direction. Sure, it’s not without its flaws, but if you can embrace the strange, you’ll enjoy the weird ride.
Rating: 6.5/10
