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There’s nothing remotely frightful about The Fearless Vampire Killers, Roman Polanski’s 1967 sendup of Dracula flicks—except for what was soon to happen to its female lead. Partially a parody of the cheapie horror fare of Britain’s Hammer Films, the movie also includes absent-minded-professor gags and Fiddler on the Roof–like shtick—yes, there’s a Jewish vampire—as well as an animated prologue (added for the U.S. version) that oddly anticipates Tim Burton. The movie dispatches a batty academic (Jack MacGowan) and his faint-hearted assistant (Polanski himself) to a creepy castle, where all the usual lore applies. The results would be funnier if Polanski were equal to the Gene Wilder role he gave himself, but his presence becomes poignant if you notice that he cast himself as the man who could save wife Sharon Tate from evil—which he couldn’t, two years later, when Charles Manson’s minions arrived. The film screens at 6:30 p.m. at the Goethe Forum, 814 7th St. NW. $6. (202) 289-1200. (Mark Jenkins)