I love B-movies with direction that is so bizarre and stupid that it borders on surrealist genius - the kind of stuff that would inspire David Lynch. In the first five minutes we get Elisha Cook's floating head, Vincent Price explaining every character's backstory, and exterior shots of some producer's house on Hollywood Hills. What follows is sadly quite uneventful, and it ends a soon as it might get interesting.
Castle's haunted house tale is a fun romp that in the context of 1950's horror stands well the turning of time. Scares may be minimal and effects rudimentary but makes up for it in story and charm. Price is quite good as always and rest of cast hit their marks and nothing more. Love the opening black screen screaming.
A campy romp that's not fooling anyone, but that's not why you'll watch it. Vincent Price owns this kind of stylized performance, and in this performance you'll understand why he was a (the) king of noir. Some of the shooting is a pleasure to behold and the timing and ingenuity of the gags, if not the effects, are still chilling. I wouldn't set foot in that place.