A father, a daughter, a stepmother -- three components of a classic fairy tale -- stop at a creepy house where an old dollmaker and his wife offer them shelter. Certainly you and I, experienced film watchers, would run screaming into the night. The principals in this movie, apparently, have never seen a horror movie, and so they stay, and of course the dolls are haunted.
Guy Rolfe is the dollmaker, and he plays it like a genial Peter Cushing; Hillary Mason, as his wife, doesn't have much to do, but does it very well. There's little in this movie that is particularly novel, but it's all carried out competently vy director Stuart Gordon, a specialist in Lovecraftian horror. It relies more on growing terror than the usual jump scares.
Guy Rolfe is the dollmaker, and he plays it like a genial Peter Cushing; Hillary Mason, as his wife, doesn't have much to do, but does it very well. There's little in this movie that is particularly novel, but it's all carried out competently vy director Stuart Gordon, a specialist in Lovecraftian horror. It relies more on growing terror than the usual jump scares.