The movie, made in the late fifties, was about scary as Easter Bunny. Rubber skeleton drops, and the girl screams. The highlight of the scares was the manquin with a horrid grimace, being pulled around by a rope out of camera view. And what a Grimace it was.
It was great. This thing was just rolling along, just randomly scaring the sympathetic character. Of course, there's the Acid pit. At the end, You'd need to keep tally about who got dumped in to the acid pit.
Vincent Price was surprisingly reserved. Nah, He actually just phoned it in. Carol Ohmart was actually more interesting, vamping it up at the height of her career.
The 50s horror film used shadows and perspective shots to effectively build fear. This film did none of that. It just flipped the lights out, a scream and then you have the sympathic character running, cringing, and/or crying for help.
