Screaming Yet Again ...
I first caught this film on late night television many
years ago as an impressionable youngster. I remembered
fondly (and not without a laugh) as a quirky, kitschy
horror/sci-fi/political thriller whose odd parts (forgive
the bad pun) were held together by shots of a runner in
hospital bed, screaming as he progressively loses his limbs.
Years later, when I rented this film, my views changed very
Time has passed, and the movie appears even more dated than it
when I first watched it in the early 1990s. Dated, quite often in
a 'good' way, too. For example, check out the hilariously inappropriate
jazzy/60s music that permeates the scenes of murder, violence and
(though the singing in the nightclub has been removed from some video
copies, presumably - as one other reviewer suggested - to avoid copyright
The film's loose series of episodes added a nightmarish feel
the proceedings. The subplot with the runner losing his body
is just brilliant, and Marshall Jones gives a delightfully
performance as the sadistic Konratz, stomping around a Nazi
type country that seems unrelated to the runner or the
into a series of vampiro-sex crimes. Then Vincent Price pops up as a
Doctor Type, and Chris Lee as a government agent ...
That these episodes are ultimately not sewn together satisfactorily
in the conclusion (forgive the second bad pun) is a
disappointment. I know, I know, this film is trash, it's not to be
intellectualised. But there's a fine line between being cryptic
mysterious, and just teasing your audience for no real purpose
to tease them. I would make a joke here about SASA not being
sum of its parts, but you know what I mean ...
Nevertheless, still kitsch fun, some laughs and cringe
at that jazzy music score. Time to scream again?.
Weird psychedelic pulp gem from 1970
From the golden years of pulp horror comes an obscure oddity that keeps
you guessing right to the end. Is it horror? Is it action? Is it
espionage? It's very difficult to say, but doesn't really matter in the
end. Very entertaining with a refreshingly non-linear plot (some might
say too non-linear), mix up some ruthless dictator types with a vampire
killer at large in England, throw in a mad surgeon complete with acid
bath, add a pinch of a groovy pop group singing "Scream and Scream
Again" and you about have it. Vincent Price does what he does best as a
mad doctor, Christopher Lee is suitably British as a dodgy diplomat,
but the star of the show (for me) is Alfred Marks doing a rather