Rufus Sinclair was a cranky old millionaire with a terrible fear of being buried alive. After his apparent death, clauses in his will meant to prevent his being buried alive are violated by his uncaring family, and soon a masked figure begins prowling the family's Connecticut estate, slaughtering the family members one by one in a variety of separate, horrible ways. Written by
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It was revealed later that the killer drank tea from a decanter and pretended it was whiskey while he remained sober.However, on the night of his mother's murder, he drank whiskey from the same decanter as he policeman. So they would both have had to have been passed-out drunk, since it was whiskey. See more »
Once upon a time, The Curse of the Living Corpse was a staple of local free broadcast television horror and all-night movie slots. Gone are the days.
Entertaining for a low budget outing with fairly good cinematography, in spite of the inclusion of a bumbling "Dr.Watson-type" assisting his superior in the investigation. I say spare the unneeded "comedy relief".
The story is an old-school "Ten Little Indians" drawing-room who-dun-it, with mayhem stalking about the mansion and the nearby forest, while the style of the movie is updated (for 1964) Gothic.
Roy Scheider is very good in his first outing and, though the film is not so much scary, it is gruesome to similar effect and may disturb sensitive viewers.
A reasonable diversion for fans of indie horror.
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