Lame kitty-cat horror, but worth a look, less for its murder plot (eccentric invalid aunt Eleanor Parker is stalked in her cat infested mansion by feline-phobic/fortune-hunting nephew Michael Sarrazin & girlfriend Gayle Hunnicutt) or its suspense elements (runaway wheelchair; kitty shock cuts) than for its hideous interior design (an all-fuchsia Hall-of-Infamy worthy grand foyer merely a taste of the tastelessness) and for Sarrazin’s positively alarming shaggy head of hair (check out his intro shot). Yikes! Everything in here reeks of Lew Wasserman’s Universal house-style, circa ‘60s Movie-of-the-Week regardless of budget, with under-cooked plots and over-lit sets to match faceless functionary house directors like Jack Smight and (as here) David Lowell Rich. The lone surprise is the amount of flesh on display. Presumably, an attempt to seem ‘with it.’ Today’s crop of ultra-buff young actors would be well-advised to have a look at Sarrazin’s willowy frame before tackling that next ‘60s period piece. 'Scrawny defined' might sum it up.
WATCH THIS, NOT THAT: From Hungary, FEHÉR ISTEN (WHITE GOD)/’14 shows what can be done with dogs rather than cats in this sort of thing.
No comments:
Post a Comment