As I continue with the tradition of watching scary movies in October to prepare for Halloween, here’s a little treat:
Last week I watched Horror Hotel (aka. City of the Dead) on TV. It’s an old black and white from 1960 and it did not fail to creep.
It stars a young Christopher Lee and a bunch of other people I’ve never heard of.
The movie starts out 300 years before the present time in Massachusetts with Elizabeth Selwyn being burned at the stake for witchcraft. As she’s burning she curses the town and its people.
Jump to present day to Christopher Lee as a professor teaching tales of witchcraft from his hometown -where said witch Elizabeth was burned, and one of his students, Nan, having the beauty idea of going to the cursed town to work on her thesis. Brainiac. Seriously.
When Nan enters the town she is greeted by a stranger – who has a habit of disappearing. Literally. Right from the passenger seat of her car.
The town is clearly ominous as it is coated with a thick, dark fog all the time. Right then and then is when I’d be turning my ass around and going back to wherever it is I came from. But not Nan. She decides to check into the Horror Hotel – which is kept shop by none other than the reincarnate of Elizabeth Selwyn – now Mrs. Newless.
The townspeople stare and give her the evil eye on more than one occasion. Things go missing. Things appear. Dead birds are planted. Stabbed through the heart. And dumbass Nan sticks around.
I’m going to give anymore of the story away but for a movie made in 1960 about witches and witchcraft – it was pretty good. Definitely lame at times. Definitely some bad and overacting at times, but it gave a few shudders.
Up next, House of Wax.