Oh, this is simply shameful. It's a good idea in theory: a vampire invites one of the great ghost story writers R. Chetwynd Hayes to a club run by and for monsters. Could be fun. Except the monsters are pitiful. And the entertainment on offer: like Rocky Horror never happened, like punk never happened!I
The stories on offer are pretty dull, although I enjoyed the first one, which is why I award the three stars rather than none.
But the final shots of poor John Carradine and Vincent Price having a dance with some badly costumed extras to cod-reggae were beyond embarrassing.
....or maybe Vincent enjoyed it, after all "Thriller" wasn't too far off.