Monday, October 18, 2010

Haunted House Calls

The souls of the dead won't lie still
They're haunting my house on the hill
These spectral remains
Are dragging their chains
With seven small coffins to fill

My chances of bed rest are nil
Perhaps if I pop one more pill?
To hell with the sleeping
There's skeletons creeping!
I better start making my will

Vincent Price and Carol Ohmart spend a sleepless night in the House on Haunted Hill (William Castle, 1959). Castle's gimmicky, in-your-face literalism is the polar opposite of Tourneur's subtlety. The Countdown to Halloween continues.

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