House On Haunted Hill Reviews
And on tv now 2017. campy, gimmicky concoction. Still entertaining.
And a twist you won't see coming.
And that Carol Ohmart was hot.
Sorry Carolyn Craig shot herself to death at 36 in 72.
Richard Long was himself.
And Vincent Price priceless, almost believed he was straight.
And we'd be right that human manipulation is more a part of "House on Haunted Hill's" summation of thrills and chills than authentic ghostliness, but because there are hints of "Double Indemnity" here and hints of "Gaslight" there, with little touches of Hammer Horror randiness, you can bet that the film is more fond of revealing the punchy tricks up its sleeve than going through the motions and hoping its audience doesn't guess its next course of action.
Since Castle is as much an energetic filmmaker as a master of the gimmick - he emphasized the scare tactics of the film's climax by releasing a hanging, plastic skeleton over the audience at the perfect time - "House on Haunted Hill" turns out to be schlock with an infectious sense of humor. It's campy macabre served with a smile, niftily made but never repugnantly cheap. We don't guffaw at the film because it's bad in the ways consumers of the now expect 1950s horror to be; we laugh because Castle is so in control of his tongue-in-cheek insanities, and the appropriate response is to revel in the twisted glee he so beautifully crafts.
Price is the cherry on top to Castle's cinematic apple pie á la mode. In "House on Haunted Hill," he is Frederick Warren, an anomalous millionaire who challenges five people to stay overnight in his supposedly haunted mansion for $10,000 apiece. Because he's so certain that the grand majority will be too weak willed to make it until morning, he gives them until midnight to leave. If the clock ticks past the witching hour, all will be forced to endure the terrors of the night no matter the excuse.
Tritely, everyone stays far past the expiration date, but clear is that all goings-on are underlined in psychological calculation rather than the metaphysical. What the real motives of those goings-on, though, are to be kept secret - and only Mr. Warren, with his quippy sardonicism and his enigmatic glances, is able to reveal the truth.
But while those truths are ghastly, the ghastliness is fetching, if only because it's wrapped in such playfulness. As "House of Haunted Hill's" characters wander through their host's cobweb ridden, shadow lined humble abode, we, unabashedly, want them to run into mayhem, especially since deciphering if the mayhem is the result of someone else's cunning or is the result of something genuinely dangerous is such a convivial thing to witness. The ending is a knockout, batshit and wicked (with a hint of Scooby-Doo level spookiness), and the tilt-a-whirl ride that gets us there isn't so shabby itself.
Price, of course, is a knockout. "House on Haunted Hill" is one of his best vehicles, witnessing him at his smarmiest and his most guileful. For Castle fans, it's a must. An iconic moment in '50s horror, this is a popcorn movie with money on the brain just as intent on pleasing its audience as it is making some green. And there's nothing wrong with that, as long as the illusion that I'm being catered to is held steady. Thankfully, it is.
Millionaire Frederick Lawren has prepared a surprise birthday party for his young cheating wife.
The place he has chosen is a haunted house in the care of Watson Pritchett. Watson has only spent one night in the house and makes claim that 7 people including his brother were murdered in the house and when they found him in the morning he was almost dead.
With a creepy introduction the guests arrive in black hurses, a test pilot, an employee, a secretary, a doctor, and Watson.
Each to spend 12 hours in the house for 10,000 or next of kin if they don't survive...
With enough chills and awe of mystery of tone in shadows from a boiling vat of acid to a floating spirit and intrigue this is a tale of murder that has been a favorite of mine for years. William Castle has also been known to be a theatrical entertainer from the buzzing of seats to some of the first 3d pictures.
Ill enjoy this film to the day I die and thoroughly recommend this feature to any modern horror enthusiast!
Vincent Price is a legend, and the story is a classic... but for younger movie goers who are to watch this today, it doesn't qualify as a horror, and will not scare you.