Jess Franco's Killer Barbys vs. Dracula is an unadulterated piece of doo-doo. It fails on every level: inane rock video, puerile vampire spoof, cure for insomnia.
An exploitation film can and should be many things, among them: Disgusting, tasteless, shocking, revolting, shameless, prurient, bestial, idiotic, and poorly lit.
Once in a while a schlocker is actually pretty good; very occasionally close to brilliant.
But an exploitation film cannot be boring.
And this is.
The only item of note is that hanging around with Jess Franco hasn't done Lina Romay any good, as a look at her in her Transylvanian KGB outfit demonstrates:
Killer Barbys vs. Dracula is the suckiest movie in the entire history of suckinessdom.