Boy, has he.  

Saw this for the first time with my grandpa when I was six years old, in a double feature with Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed, at the iral Drive-In in Tulsa.  It changed my life.

Still holds up. (What is Hammer Films without Freddie Francis or Terence Fisher?) Ostensibly set in 19th Century , but clearly it’s post-colonial England — the Church seems especially moldy and ineffectual, in spite of the unconvincing reaffirmation at the end.  And the cast is game:  Christopher Lee, the scariest Dracula; Veronica Carlson, Hammer stalwart; Rupert Davies, touch of class; Barry Andrews, Chad and Jeremy charm; and Ewan Hooper is especially vivid here, appearing to have wandered in from an Edward Bond play.

The boy found the last ten minutes terribly exciting, and he started racing around the room.  He gives it a thousand stars.