The Monster Club

I honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry as I struggled through 100 minutes of this camply surreal pseudo-horror exercise. Vincent Price - I don't recall him playing a vampire ever before (or since) snacks on an old gent (John Carradine) he meets on the street. By way of payment, he invites him back to the "Monster Club" where he hears three stories that baffle and bewilder in equal measure, but scare not a jot - including a man who can whistle you to death. Each story has an intermission from the house band - who regale us with songs that give double-entendre a whole new meaning and make "Rocky Horror" sound like Ivor Novello! Price features only sparingly - more of a narrator than an actor and Barbara Kellerman and Anthony Steel really ought to have known better...