A writer of horror stories is invited to a "monster club" by a mysterious old gentleman... Read more
| Starring | Vincent Price, John Carradine, Anthony Steel, Roger Slowman |
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| Director | Roy Ward Baker |
| Genres | Horror |
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A writer of horror stories is invited to a "monster club" by a mysterious old gentleman...
| Starring | Vincent Price, John Carradine, Anthony Steel, Roger Slowman, Fran Fullenwider, B.A. Robertson, Suzanna Willis, Geoffrey Bayldon, Donald Pleasence, Britt Ekland, Richard Johnson, Lesley Dunlop, Patrick Magee |
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| Director | Roy Ward Baker |
| Studio | NETWORK |
| Run time | DVD: 1 hr 33 mins Watch now: 1 hr 34 mins |
| Certificate | DVD: |
| Genres | Horror |
| Language | DVD: English |
| Released | DVD: unknown Watch now: 13 Jul 2009 Production year: 1980 |
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| Format | DVD |
Scrapings of the horror-omnibus barrel in the Amicus tradition. The famous horror writer R Chetwynd-Hayes (Carradine),... read more on Time Out
Do not bother, a total waste of time
Horror author R Chetwynd Hayes (played by John Carradine) is walking home late one night when he is accosted by a starving Vincent Price. When the author says he would do anything to help, Price gratefully latches his fangs onto Carradine's neck -- but not fatally. Brushing themselves down after a brief but civilised vamp, Price invites his benefactor to the Monster Club, where he proceeds to relate three tales about the various types of monster on the club's genealogical chart.
We start off with a twist on the Beauty and the Beast formula, featuring the lonely-but-rich Shadmock (the mongrel of the monster world), whose whistle has a particularly gruesome effect. Then, played for laughs rather than horror, the story of a young boy whose father is a Vampire, and who unwittingly reveals the fact to a group of sinister government vampire-hunters, led by the ever-watchable Donald Pleasance. Thirdly, the segment that brought me back to this film -- its ending haunted me as a kid from when I saw it at the cinema. (When I must have been 9 years old, so something was wrong there...) A horror-film director, scouting for authentically creepy locations, happens upon a backward village in the mists, a village named Loughville -- "Lough" being, of course, an anagram of what the villagers really are.
Bizarrely, in between the horror segments, we get three competent-but-forgettable songs from bands currently residing in the "Where are they now?" files of post-punk pop. Camp and creepy rather than genuinely horrifying, and rather lower in budget than I remember, The Monster Club was worth the re-watch, but only just.