WARNING: SPOILERS ALL THE WAY!
A splendidly entertaining exploitation chiller, constructed with cheerful contempt for the intelligence of its presumed teens-on-a-hot-date audience. I imagine it fulfilled more than adequately its generic purpose of making the girls scream and grab on to their boyfriends, but what distinguishes it from hundreds of scare shows of equally modest ambitions is its magnificent disdain - even by the standards of the genre - for plotting, structure, character, realism, consistency, and plausibility. Here are a few of its more noticeable liberties - and note that I don't call them "goofs". That would suggest that director William Castle and scriptwriter Robb White gave a tinker's cuss about whether it all made sense or not...
1) The title - neither the house nor the hill is haunted. 2) Exterior and interior matching - the house is a boldly modernist design (by Frank Lloyd Wright, apparently), but all the fittings and furnishings are junkshop Victoriana. 3) How come a house built in the 1930s isn't wired for electricity? 4) And if it isn't, what magic power controls the time-locked outer doors and gates? 5) Why does the script stipulate the lack of electricity, anyway? It doesn't have any plot significance at all. 6) In a story with only seven characters, three of them have no function in the plot - and one of them hardly gets to say a word. 7) How come, years after someone was murdered in it, that hole in the cellar floor is still full of acid? Poor housekeeping? 8) Ever tried making a rope coil up by pushing it from one end? 9) If no-one could get out of the house, how did villainess Carol Ohmart manage to appear outside Carolyn Craig's bedroom window? 10) Floating at least one storey off the ground, at that? 11) How did Vincent Price's wife know he would invite her lover (whom he shows no sign of having met before) to the party? 12) And how did Price know about their fiendishly complicated plot to bump him off in time to construct a still more fiendishly complicated plot of his own? 13) Both of these plots - just to be picky - require the unwitting co-operation of another guest whom none of the three principals has ever met before the party ... 14) ... and one of them requires a hysterical girl, who's never handled a gun before, to shoot a man dead, quite spontaneously and purely out of fright. Is her real name Annie Oakley? 15) How does the scary old housekeeper pull that glide-across-the-floor stunt? Does that long black dress conceal a unicycle? 16) And if the butler wanted to encourage Carolyn Craig to get out of the house, was there no way less oblique then menacing her from around a door with a rubber werewolf mitt? 17) And then he locks her and everyone else inside the house anyway... 18) Another murder method I wouldn't care to rely on: scaring someone with a plastic skeleton and hoping she won't notice it's moving on ropes you could use to dock an aircraft carrier, but run away from it - backwards - into that convenient vat of acid. There should have been a preparatory line in the script about how she'd lost her glasses, like Velma in Scooby Doo. 19) And another one, laying the foundations for the same scene, making casual mention of Price's prowess as an amateur ventriloquist. 20) Why couldn't Price - a millionaire industrialist - just have shot the guilty couple out of hand and hired a good lawyer?
Well, I'm glad he didn't, because that wouldn't have made half as delightful a film. House on Haunted Hill isn't the way it is through ineptitude, nor is it a spoof, nor is it a pioneering post-modernist essay in the so-bad-it's-good aesthetic. It's just a piece of strictly functional, disarmingly honest film-making that goes beyond mere unpretentiousness to deliberate disregard for craft, professionalism and sense - because it knows it doesn't need them. William Castle cuts to the chase and doesn't care how he gets there. His audience didn't care, either. Like me, though probably in a different way, they were too busy having fun.
A splendidly entertaining exploitation chiller, constructed with cheerful contempt for the intelligence of its presumed teens-on-a-hot-date audience. I imagine it fulfilled more than adequately its generic purpose of making the girls scream and grab on to their boyfriends, but what distinguishes it from hundreds of scare shows of equally modest ambitions is its magnificent disdain - even by the standards of the genre - for plotting, structure, character, realism, consistency, and plausibility. Here are a few of its more noticeable liberties - and note that I don't call them "goofs". That would suggest that director William Castle and scriptwriter Robb White gave a tinker's cuss about whether it all made sense or not...
1) The title - neither the house nor the hill is haunted. 2) Exterior and interior matching - the house is a boldly modernist design (by Frank Lloyd Wright, apparently), but all the fittings and furnishings are junkshop Victoriana. 3) How come a house built in the 1930s isn't wired for electricity? 4) And if it isn't, what magic power controls the time-locked outer doors and gates? 5) Why does the script stipulate the lack of electricity, anyway? It doesn't have any plot significance at all. 6) In a story with only seven characters, three of them have no function in the plot - and one of them hardly gets to say a word. 7) How come, years after someone was murdered in it, that hole in the cellar floor is still full of acid? Poor housekeeping? 8) Ever tried making a rope coil up by pushing it from one end? 9) If no-one could get out of the house, how did villainess Carol Ohmart manage to appear outside Carolyn Craig's bedroom window? 10) Floating at least one storey off the ground, at that? 11) How did Vincent Price's wife know he would invite her lover (whom he shows no sign of having met before) to the party? 12) And how did Price know about their fiendishly complicated plot to bump him off in time to construct a still more fiendishly complicated plot of his own? 13) Both of these plots - just to be picky - require the unwitting co-operation of another guest whom none of the three principals has ever met before the party ... 14) ... and one of them requires a hysterical girl, who's never handled a gun before, to shoot a man dead, quite spontaneously and purely out of fright. Is her real name Annie Oakley? 15) How does the scary old housekeeper pull that glide-across-the-floor stunt? Does that long black dress conceal a unicycle? 16) And if the butler wanted to encourage Carolyn Craig to get out of the house, was there no way less oblique then menacing her from around a door with a rubber werewolf mitt? 17) And then he locks her and everyone else inside the house anyway... 18) Another murder method I wouldn't care to rely on: scaring someone with a plastic skeleton and hoping she won't notice it's moving on ropes you could use to dock an aircraft carrier, but run away from it - backwards - into that convenient vat of acid. There should have been a preparatory line in the script about how she'd lost her glasses, like Velma in Scooby Doo. 19) And another one, laying the foundations for the same scene, making casual mention of Price's prowess as an amateur ventriloquist. 20) Why couldn't Price - a millionaire industrialist - just have shot the guilty couple out of hand and hired a good lawyer?
Well, I'm glad he didn't, because that wouldn't have made half as delightful a film. House on Haunted Hill isn't the way it is through ineptitude, nor is it a spoof, nor is it a pioneering post-modernist essay in the so-bad-it's-good aesthetic. It's just a piece of strictly functional, disarmingly honest film-making that goes beyond mere unpretentiousness to deliberate disregard for craft, professionalism and sense - because it knows it doesn't need them. William Castle cuts to the chase and doesn't care how he gets there. His audience didn't care, either. Like me, though probably in a different way, they were too busy having fun.
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