fter a rant on reading books, I’m now going to discuss a movie. Oh well. I’ll get to more books next week because I recently got my hands on the old Vincent Price classic The House on Haunted Hill. When something is considered a classic it is usually for one of a couple of reasons. It did it first. Pamela may not be the best novel out there, but where it stands in history looms so large, it is worth the read. It did it, not only first, but best. Frankenstein. No one ever did that as well as she did. Or it took the ideas others had and did it best. This is where The House on Haunted Hill stands.
It is not the first story or movie about a bunch of people trapped in a supposedly haunted mansion with someone who may be psycho. But it is one of the best.
Neither bloody nor shocking, I found myself being genuinely concerned about the characters. Really feeling tingles up and down my spine, even as I, jaded horror movie watcher that I am, wondered why. Surely this is too cheesy.
It follows a few people who have been invited by an eccentric millionaire, Fredrick Loren, (Price) to stay for one night in the mansion where a number of people had previously been murdered. If they stay, they will receive a large amount of money. As the people arrive, the millionaire is upstairs, talking to his beautiful wife, Annabelle. She is his 4th wife and the three previous wives have all died mysteriously. Loren and Annabelle clearly hate each other and are planning the other ones death as soon as may be, both refusing to divorce for financial reasons. And Loren is the character you come to root for.
It’s cheesy. There are some unexplained things. But it is good fun. A bit like those horror themed fun rides. You might get some tingles, but you come out laughing and willing to go back again.