I am pretty sure that the first horror novel I ever read was Bram Stoker's Lair Of The White Worm (borrowed from school library, never returned). It was a moody tale steeped in Irish lore and mythology. Ken Russell's 1987 adaptation bares very little resemblance to that fantastic book and is presented as an often stylistic yet hokey horror movie. Amanada Donohue and Hugh Grant star in this story of a mysterious serpent skull being unearthed in rural England. A local woman (Donohue) steals the skull and uses it to lure unsuspecting virgins into her icky lair where she morphs into a vampire-like snake-woman and devours them. As with most Ken Russell films it is full of strange and surreal images. Short flashes of sexual fetish are scattered throughout the movie and they're actually my favourite element. Of course they don't really make sense, nor does the movie, but I do enjoy it on a purely aesthetic level. It's a shame that Stoker's original work is lost though and I would love to see a faithful adaptation made some time as a period piece.