HOUSE ON HAUNTED HILL and THE TINGLER
Back in his heyday in the Fifties and Sixties, William Castle was a genuine Hollywood character of epic proportions. A former carny, Castle used the same showmanship and bombast to get butts in movie theater seats with a series of schlocky horror films complete with marketable gimmicks like Percepto (theater seats that were wried to vibrate during key scenes in the movie). He even promoted himself as a lower-case Hitchcock, though he actually did make it into the big leagues by producing one authentic masterpiece, ROSEMARY’S BABY. Two of his best directorial works gave Vincent Price’s career a much-needed kick in the ass. HOUSE ON HAUNTED HILL was the most frightening movie I had ever seen as a kid. When it played on TV one summer afternoon, the neighbor kids and I tried to make the house as dark as we could so that we could get the living crap scared out of us. It actually worked. I still think it works on certain levels and always enjoy the performances of Price and a more spaced out than usual Elisha Cook Jr. THE TINGLER is amazing, a wild story involving a creature that inhabits the human body that will kill you if you don’t scream when you're frightened. Two highlights: Vinnie takes an acid trip and, though black and white, the film contains a fairly effective color sequence.
CURSE OF THE DEMON and BURN, WITCH, BURN
Fast zombies. That's about as stupid as cute sparkly vampires.
There you have it, kids. See you in the back row...oh, oh, oh, oh...at the late night double feature picture show.