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The paintings of Francis Bacon, Goya, Brugel and Magritte put onto celluloid and played over the retinas of the viewer, Vampire Hunter D is bombastic, it is the first taste of fresh spring water over cracked, dry lips. If the 1985 film was a fun 80s party through torchlit halls and ramshackle villages then Bloodlust is two dancers in the dark flowing through opulent marble floors and blood soaked cobble streets.

Bloodlust holds no punches, it pummels the audience with blood and guts and viscera and gore, but each strike against the ribs is measured, precise and obliterating. 2 minutes in, the tone is already ... set, Yoshiaki Kawajiri has already trapped the audience into their seats. We are given a crooked and cracking city, the dingy streets are soaked in oppressive moonlight, the horizon is made up of gravestones. A cracked mirror. dead rose leaves on a bitter wind. The lord of the night comes. Then the movie gives you a smack from downtown, "The distant future...".

Kawajiri and Madhouse are a match made in heaven, every dollar is spent on every single damn cell of the movie. Pitch black shadows, rusted iron, rotting wood, cracked stone, azure skies and lush green, the colors pop with ever second. Clothing wrinkles and flaps, capes flow forever, limbs break, bones crack, bodies line the streets as D hurtles and barrels towards Baron Meier Link, a team of the sickest looking dudes in a rattling iron fortress not so far behind.

Anyone who can appreciate gorgeous animation soaked in Gaskell and Teuthold atmosphere, dripping in swag and readily available, do NOT pass this up.