At nine years old, it was a good thing the original, uncut British version of The Vampire Lovers wasn’t available in the states. It is more “European”, in the sense that Pitt has a naked romp with another woman. I was a sexually preoccupied teen as it was, but an earlier exposure to that girl-girl bloodsucker scene would have set me on the path for years of even greater disappointment. Instead of prancing for weeks, deflowered at fourteen, I might have stumbled around in a sour funk like a spoiled