Ah, to be a horror lover in the 60's. From Hitchcock buying every copy he could of the novel Psycho to hide the twist, to Wait Until Dark lowering the theater lighting to the legal limit, to William Castle literally electrifying certain members of the audience in The Tingler, it truly was the genre's golden age. Bond director Terrance Young's adaptation of Frederick Knott's play about three men who terrorize a blind woman who may or may not have a doll stuffed with cocaine (not a euphemism) had only one noteworthy change from stage-to-screen. He set it in a basement. Add Alan Arkin in a role that brilliantly blends evil and camp, the gall to put Audrey Hepburn in distress, turned the lights down so low you can barely see what's happening, up the claustrophobia factor to an 11, and you have tension so unnerving you can scarcely breathe. Think it sounds more like suspense than horror? The most famous jump-scare in cinema history would beg to differ.