Night of the Hunted (Jean Rollin, 1980)
no vampires this time, though that doesn’t mean there’s any shortage of blood (or naked bodies). CIAM-functionalist urban horror that reminded me a lot of David Cronenberg’s early work, or to move beyond film for once, J.G. Ballard. only in appearance though, as Rollin is too wonderfully and irredeemably romantic to play their games. this might be his most deeply romantic film.