A pleasantly old-fashioned vampire tale from the legendary Hammer House of Horror, The Vampire Lovers has everything you could want from a British horror movie of a certain vintage: Heaving bosoms. Misty Gothic castles. Peter Cushing as a clueless patriarch. Ingrid Pitt seducing innocent young maidens under the light of the full moon. It’s about as campy as adaptations of the iconic lesbian-vampire novel Carmilla get — and that’s exactly what makes it so deliciously satisfying.