When you have tinkered with one of those old horror movies "you'd always meant to get around to watch" and "never" got around to it, and finally DO (as in this film). you'll know what I mean.
It's dull as ****, Karloff, although always a pleasure to watch, is of course his normal self and Nicholson has yet to be his "predictable" self. The music is ramped up at every opportunity, to be somewhat overbearing to con you into believing the fact that some sort of "terror" is actually on its way but the " terror" is about as terrifying or lending itself to the title, as about as much as a rubber duck.
Very disappointing. I'm a fan of old horror, and Roger Corman's better outings, however this is not one of his finer moments.
Some other reviewer here has said this made some sort of attempt in looking like/challenging or imitating Hammer films, but they really had nothing to worry about here.
It's dull as ****, Karloff, although always a pleasure to watch, is of course his normal self and Nicholson has yet to be his "predictable" self. The music is ramped up at every opportunity, to be somewhat overbearing to con you into believing the fact that some sort of "terror" is actually on its way but the " terror" is about as terrifying or lending itself to the title, as about as much as a rubber duck.
Very disappointing. I'm a fan of old horror, and Roger Corman's better outings, however this is not one of his finer moments.
Some other reviewer here has said this made some sort of attempt in looking like/challenging or imitating Hammer films, but they really had nothing to worry about here.