Pretty much everything about the 1979 comedic vampire movie anticipates the excess and squalor of the coming decade. In a scene relatively close to its opening, Hamilton’s Dracula character winds up back at Cindy Sondheim’s pad – she’s played by a ridiculously thin Susan Saint James – getting ready to go to bed. And yes, consequence free sex was still a present concern at the time. Either way, Cindy, during her preparation of putting on a negligee also snags some dope to smoke and a bit of booze. All those things should add up to a decent evening alone with a Transylvanian Count. But Hamilton’s character doesn’t smoke or drink. He just convinces the trampy broad to goto bed and then bites her neck.
It’s the beginning of Cindy’s fixation on the guy, even in the face of her spurned lover/psychiatrist. Of course, seeing as the shrink possesses insight in Cindy’s life beyond most others – and happens to be Van Helsig’s grandson – the guy goes on a tirade to ride the world of vampires (anyone who caught that Scientist reference should reward themselves).
Either way, the remainder of the film is basically one woman chasing after a man with some other guy tailing ‘em both. Granted, there’s some fire and stray shots fired, but Love at First Bite isn’t really that funny. The reason it’s remarkable, beyond the plot someone green lighted, is that Hamilton turns in a rather convincing portrayal of a mythical figure. Even as the entire film seems like a slapped together reworking of Young Frankenstein and An American Werewolf at once, Hamilton retains his detached cool even if his accent winds up being as cartoonish (in a good way) as the rest of the film.