Mask of Murder is another of those mystery thrillers that borrows plot points from the slasher movies and giallos that had been popular around the time. Just like Baby Doll Murders, Out of the Dark and Dead End; Mask of Murder puts a mysterious killer up against a struggling and scarily inept Police Force.
Christopher Lee's credits over the last ten years have included three mega-blockbusters, which isn't bad going for an actor that made his first movie appearance way back in the midst of World War 2. He was initially John Carpenter's first choice to play the Sam Loomis character in Halloween, but he didn't accept; something he admits he's always regretted. He even went as far as to call it the biggest mistake of his career.
Obviously annoyed that he'd missed out on some supreme slasher action, perhaps the reason he took a supporting role here was because he didn't want to make the same mistake twice? Or maybe he was blackmailed into doing it? I really don't know, but one thing is certain however, he was definitely slumming it here
It's all set in a small snowy Canadian town. Almost immediately, a loony in a mask grabs an unsuspecting woman and slices her throat with a straight razor. Later that day in another location, a second victim suffers the same fate at the hands of the gruesome killer. He removes his disguise and heads back to a remote cabin where he proves his dementia by gnashing his teeth and staring into the screen. Ooooh scary!
We next get to meet the members of our cast over dinner. First off there's John (Christopher Lee) the chief of the local Police Force. His best detective, Bob (Rod Taylor) has been having problems with his wife Marianne (Valerie Perrine). These difficulties must have a lot to do with the fact that his partner Ray (Sam Cook) is busy banging her every time that he gets the chance. The dinner party is cut short when Bob receives a call informing him that they have the assassin surrounded. They rush to the scene and to cut a long story short, the city of Nelson should be a little quieter from now on. But the tranquillity doesn't last. It begins to look like there's a copycat murderer at work when more women turn up with their throats slit. Is someone mimicking the murders? Or is the killer back from beyond the grave?
Why on earth Christopher Lee turned down Halloween but chose to play a part in this turkey is one of the world's biggest mysteries. I mean seriously come on, surely the screenwriter must have known that the killer's identity was patently obvious from the start. This is perhaps the dumbest and most basic premise for a murder mystery that I have ever seen. The Scooby Doo cartoon offers less obvious plot twists than this rubbish. Swedish film-maker Arne Mattson directs so sloppily that he manages to drag surprisingly wooden performances from an inviting ensemble of screen veterans. Lee's the best of the bunch, but he's not on screen long enough to warrant his fans to hunt this down.
The pace is non-existent, and perhaps the most obnoxious thing about Mask of Murder is the horrible music that accompanies every 'twist' in the story. It sounds like a one-handed guitarist attempting to mimic a Jimi Hendrix lick after one too many bottles of cider.
The throat slashings are quite bloody and in one scene a girl is murdered in a cinema - a trick that has become a slasher trademark after He knows you're alone and Scream 2. The only problem is that the killings are so poorly executed that the gratuitous blood gushes just look like a poor attempt to flog a dead horse. I knew from the off that I was in for a bad time with this movie and my suspicions were confirmed when I witnessed Rod Taylor sniffing his adulterous wife's underwear. (Don't ask!)
I'm led to believe that Mask of Murder has become extremely rare, which is certainly a blessing. If you want to keep your sanity intact then please don't bother trying to hunt this one down. If you must buy this waste of space for the inclusion of Christopher Lee, then all I can recommend is don't get the UK version. The BBFC rated print is missing all the throat slashing, which makes it even less rewarding. This is an exceptionally bad film, riddled with uninspired hamstrung performances and dumb pathetic scripting. Shame on you Mr. Lee...
Christopher Lee's credits over the last ten years have included three mega-blockbusters, which isn't bad going for an actor that made his first movie appearance way back in the midst of World War 2. He was initially John Carpenter's first choice to play the Sam Loomis character in Halloween, but he didn't accept; something he admits he's always regretted. He even went as far as to call it the biggest mistake of his career.
Obviously annoyed that he'd missed out on some supreme slasher action, perhaps the reason he took a supporting role here was because he didn't want to make the same mistake twice? Or maybe he was blackmailed into doing it? I really don't know, but one thing is certain however, he was definitely slumming it here
It's all set in a small snowy Canadian town. Almost immediately, a loony in a mask grabs an unsuspecting woman and slices her throat with a straight razor. Later that day in another location, a second victim suffers the same fate at the hands of the gruesome killer. He removes his disguise and heads back to a remote cabin where he proves his dementia by gnashing his teeth and staring into the screen. Ooooh scary!
We next get to meet the members of our cast over dinner. First off there's John (Christopher Lee) the chief of the local Police Force. His best detective, Bob (Rod Taylor) has been having problems with his wife Marianne (Valerie Perrine). These difficulties must have a lot to do with the fact that his partner Ray (Sam Cook) is busy banging her every time that he gets the chance. The dinner party is cut short when Bob receives a call informing him that they have the assassin surrounded. They rush to the scene and to cut a long story short, the city of Nelson should be a little quieter from now on. But the tranquillity doesn't last. It begins to look like there's a copycat murderer at work when more women turn up with their throats slit. Is someone mimicking the murders? Or is the killer back from beyond the grave?
Why on earth Christopher Lee turned down Halloween but chose to play a part in this turkey is one of the world's biggest mysteries. I mean seriously come on, surely the screenwriter must have known that the killer's identity was patently obvious from the start. This is perhaps the dumbest and most basic premise for a murder mystery that I have ever seen. The Scooby Doo cartoon offers less obvious plot twists than this rubbish. Swedish film-maker Arne Mattson directs so sloppily that he manages to drag surprisingly wooden performances from an inviting ensemble of screen veterans. Lee's the best of the bunch, but he's not on screen long enough to warrant his fans to hunt this down.
The pace is non-existent, and perhaps the most obnoxious thing about Mask of Murder is the horrible music that accompanies every 'twist' in the story. It sounds like a one-handed guitarist attempting to mimic a Jimi Hendrix lick after one too many bottles of cider.
The throat slashings are quite bloody and in one scene a girl is murdered in a cinema - a trick that has become a slasher trademark after He knows you're alone and Scream 2. The only problem is that the killings are so poorly executed that the gratuitous blood gushes just look like a poor attempt to flog a dead horse. I knew from the off that I was in for a bad time with this movie and my suspicions were confirmed when I witnessed Rod Taylor sniffing his adulterous wife's underwear. (Don't ask!)
I'm led to believe that Mask of Murder has become extremely rare, which is certainly a blessing. If you want to keep your sanity intact then please don't bother trying to hunt this one down. If you must buy this waste of space for the inclusion of Christopher Lee, then all I can recommend is don't get the UK version. The BBFC rated print is missing all the throat slashing, which makes it even less rewarding. This is an exceptionally bad film, riddled with uninspired hamstrung performances and dumb pathetic scripting. Shame on you Mr. Lee...