When I was a kid, watching this was a Halloween ritual. We made fun of the woman who kept asking for "Scotch and" (and...what?), and we pretended we weren't just a little creeped out. However, we grow up and even camp value only goes so far, and this thing can only survive on the very dregs of camp. Absolutely everything that occurs is laughably implausible and/or comically overdone, in particular Nora's sighting of the old lady ghost in the basement. This is a movie that sees no need to explain why, if this 'ghost' was really just the very unattractive caretaker's wife (as we see later on), she felt the need to hiss and hold out her hands in a ghostlike fashion while inexplicably in an empty cellar room. And, by the way, float and not walk. There's a lot more. Best moments: Richard Long plopping the severed head on a living room table, and Vincent Price reeling in the skeleton he used to scare his wife to death, a skeleton maneuvered by huge ropes somehow not visible earlier. Oh, whatever happened to Mystery Science Theater 3000??? This film was made for them.
Review of House on Haunted Hill
