A gas is released after an earthquake that not only awakens a girl from the dead but also turns her into a vampire. It is left to her equally undead friend to bring her victims to feast on, leading to lots of gory deaths of innocent teens.
An earthquake releases a gas which brings a dead girl (Blanchard) back to life, but also gives her sharp fingernails and a vampire thirst. In an unconventional story twist, typical of director Rollin, the plot focuses on the relationship between the waif-like blonde monster and her voluptuous brunette "blood sister" (Pierro), who is compelled to provide victims to keep her friend alive.
Despite a plodding sub-plot involving a pair of tourists, this has a weird feel achieved by combining pastoral visions of an idyllic French countryside with oddly-staged tableaux of blood sacrifice and monstrous innocence. Very violent, but not really scary.
In this gory tale, the Director takes the unusual turn of focusing on a dead girl who is brought back to life after an earthquake. Proving that gore does make a film scary, La Morte Vivante piles on the blood and killing sin the hope of making a Hammer horror style affair. Although it's considerably better than some of their efforts, it's still not a great.