Elvira: Mistress of the Dark (1988)
Ah, Elvira, how I adore you. The black beehive hair; the seductive eyes and ruby red lips; the hourglass figure that’s barely contained in a skin tight black dress, split to the heavens. Not forgetting, of course, the greatest cleavage of all time. My admiration for you is limitless.
But surely, you cry, Elvira: Mistress of the Dark is not a horror movie? Not truly worthy of Hallowe’en Horror Fest status? Whatever, dude. This film has enough magic, spells, the odd monster and grand Gothic gorgeousness to be more than worthy.
This is probably the closest the Americans have ever come to traditional British Carry On style humour. Saucy rather than smutty, there are plenty of laughs even after all these years. Sure, a few of the gags are older than Imhotep, but there’s enough spooky fun to make this a glorious viewing. Not to mention Elvira’s impressive co-stars, who support her every step of the way in admirable fashion.
And now, some gratuitous pictures of Elvira looking drop dead gorgeous.