Pre-pubescent witch kids, waxwork slappers, vampire luvvies and biscuit-toothed stranglers... And that's just The House That Dripped Blood. Nice to see the return of Amicus, Hammer also-ran and British horror's demented uncle. This isn't fierce, glinting, can't-sleep fear. This is ghost-train stuff, the discordant sustain on a booming church organ.
Amicus is best known for its portmanteau pics, all with five disparate stories from the same twilight zone. The first - Dr Terror's House Of Horrors - is the best of a variable bunch. In the opening segment, director Freddie Francis recalls Hammer's gothic shadows and stagesmoke. Then Alan Freeman has a fight with a giant plant.
Further omnibus flicks followed, the final movie, Asylum, degenerating into parodic, exaggerated camp. This set also includes two feature-length curios: kitschy blaxploitation-werewolf-whodunnit The Beast Must Die and the classical, bosomy Rebecca-esque chiller And Now The Screaming Starts.