Dracula Has Risen from the Grave (1968), Freddie Francis.

Christopher Lee illustrating the 1968 principle, which asserts that in the year 1968 the number of sexy men per capita shot through the roof.   This phenomenon has never been repeated, although I'm hoping it works on a 50-year cycle.

Dracula movies are like a game from the elementary school playground.  There's a lot of conditions, running from place to place and someone calling "safe" or "time out".  Even Dracula has his own rules regarding his victims:  brunettes are more often sleazier, happy to get anyone's attention and therefore of less appeal.  Blondes are always virginal and innocent, the real prize.  As a defiant and somewhat bitter brunette, I find this generally the inverse of reality.  

Despite the ridiculous title, Dracula Has Risen from the Grave hangs together like a decent custard.  In it, an arrogant priest exorcises Dracula's castle, slamming a giant crucifix through the front door so Dracula can't ever truly find "home" throughout the entire film.  Instead he is forced to live in someone named Gisela Heinz's smelly old coffin.  Seeking revenge against the priest, Dracula chases after his lovely niece Maria (played by Veronica Carlson) who is engaged to likeable, Roger Daltrey-esque Paul (Barry Andrews).  

Young lovers meeting in a garret window.

Action sequences do not appear to be director's Freddie Francis' forte (say that three times) but Dracula Has Risen remains engaging due to the quality of the leads.  A bit of stock footage is used mostly to good effect, and a strange prismatic lens effect (see below) is used to brighten the black-on-black scenes of Dracula lurking in the basement.  

Good heavens, should I point out to myself that I am typing Dracula Has Risen on the Easter weekend?  Speaking of which, I always find the threat of Dracula so toothless.  In Taste the Blood of Dracula (the next Hammer Dracula in the series), one of the characters says with dread:  "she is neither dead nor alive - she is undead."  Aside from the lack of sunlight, I don't see the downside to this.  As Norm MacDonald said, "to be dead on the inside is sad, but to be dead on the outside is way sadder."  What's the big deal about never dying but having to adhere to a few do's and dont's?  These Dracula stories substitute a lesser horror for a real one:  everyone dies.  Whether you may rise again all depends on your faith.  Happy Easter!