Directed by: Freddie Francis
Written by: Jimmy Sangster
Starring: Janette Scott, Oliver Reed, Alexander Davion, Sheila Burrell, Liliane Brousse, Maurice Denham, John Bonney, John Stuart
Another old timey Hammer movie, this one, however, not a Gothic period monster movie, but a modern (well, you know) suspense thriller thing.
A wealthy but whacko young man decides that his sister is insane and tries get her committed. Then their brother (who killed himself eight years ago) shows up. Except he's actually a con man and he falls in love with the sister (wee hoo, incest). Problems ensue.
Um, yeah, so I liked it pretty good. It was entertaining. And kind of amusing, in a weird way. Alcoholics are funny. Ha ha ha. I'm laughing me arse off, metaphorically. I apologize to any alcoholics out there, but face it, you are.
It wasn't really very exciting, just really dramatic. And shadowy. Go shadows. I like black and white movies. It reminded me of those haunted house movies I like. Those super duper black and white ones, you know. It was a nice house.
There were a few pretty creepy moments. Not a lot of blood and guts, but there was a lady in a really gross mask with a hook that I didn't care for very much. It was nice and quiet.
And you know, it was sexy. I guess. There were lots of ladies in lingerie (well, one. Another one in a sort of dressing gown).
I can't think of anything more to say about this. I feel tired. My unusually long babble on Curse of the Werewolf will have to make up for this one's shortness.