French cinema has long been known for its atmospheric horror, particularly when it comes to gothic and supernatural tales. Le Vourdulak attempts to tap into this tradition, setting its vampire story in the misty woods far east of Paris, during the era of the French court. Unfortunately, while the film aspires to be an artful meditation on horror and fate, it ultimately collapses under the weight of its own pretensions. What begins as a promising supernatural mystery descends into a sluggish, self-indulgent exercise in style over substance.
The film follows a Marquis (a nobleman) who, after being robbed, finds himself stranded in an isolated forest. Seeking shelter and aid, he is directed to a peculiar family living in a grand yet decaying manor. They offer him food and the means to continue his journey, but something about them feels unsettling. Soon, he becomes entranced by the familyโs daughter, a sorrowful and beautiful woman whose tragic past involves a lost loveโa stranger who arrived before the Marquee and met an untimely demise. The man is buried on the property, adding an eerie weight to the already foreboding atmosphere.
At the heart of the film is the familyโs father, a looming and enigmatic figure whose presence is designed to evoke both menace and artistic depth. However, his portrayal is where the film starts to unravel. Rather than feeling like a truly supernatural and terrifying entity, his character veers into absurdity, feeling more like a caricature than a chilling patriarch. His inevitable transformation into a vampire is telegraphed so early on that any sense of suspense is lost. The film then follows a predictable path as he preys on his own family members, one by one, in a series of staged, lifeless horror sequences.
The fatherโs character, which should have been the filmโs terrifying core, is instead portrayed in a manner so exaggerated and theatrical that he seems almost puppet-like. The attempt to make him both a symbolic and monstrous figure is too on-the-nose, turning his scenes into something closer to an avant-garde stage play than a gripping horror film. What should have been a chilling unraveling of the familyโs fate instead feels like a tedious, repetitive cycle.
To its credit, Le Vourdulak does include a few shocking and well-executed moments. The first death within the family is genuinely disturbing, offering a glimpse of what the film could have been. However, these moments are too few and far between, serving as brief sparks of energy in an otherwise lifeless film. Instead of using horror to enhance the filmโs thematic weight, these moments feel randomly inserted, as if the director remembered at the last minute that they were making a vampire movie.
One of the most baffling aspects of Le Vourdulak is the high praise it has received from certain critics. It has been hailed as an โatmospheric masterpieceโ and a โsublime interpretation of vampire mythology,โ but for audiences expecting an engaging horror film, it is likely to be a disappointment. It is the kind of movie that film scholars may dissect for its visual motifs and artistic ambitions, but the average viewer will likely find themselves, as I did, simply waiting for it to end.