Sunday, 22 September 2024

Theatre of Death

Wyrd Britain reviews 'Theatre of Death' starring Christopher Lee, Julian Glover, Leila Goldoni and Jenny Till.
1967 was a busy year for Christopher Lee, but not exactly a halcyon one, that  sent him to Hong Kong twice for 'The Vengeance of Fu Manchu' and for 'Five Golden Dragons', to Germany for 'The Blood Demon', to the island of Fara with Peter Cushing for 'The Night of the Big Heat' and to a very English sounding Paris in 'Theatre of Death'. 

Here he plays an egomaniacal theatre director at the 'Théâtre de Mort' - a loosely disguised Théâtre du Grand-Guignol - where he is moulding a young actress with a tragic past 'Nicole Chapelle' (Jenny Till) into a star.  Untrusting of both his intentions and his bullying manner are the fragile former ballerina 'Dani Gireaux' (Leila Goldoni - 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers') and her damaged police doctor 'Charles Marquis' (Julian Glover in one of his first starring roles and only a year away from becoming 'Colonel Breen') who also happens to be assisting in the investigation of a spate of murders.

Playing with Hammer-esque gothic pretentions along with hypnotism, vampirism and the occult - it even manages to crowbar in some near naked voodoo too - this is a film that never quite manages to fulfil its promises - like the murder victims it's remarkably bloodless - or make the most of the various narrative threads it hints at - everyone is just about damaged enough to be the culprit -  but American director Samuel Gallu injects some nice giallo inspired stylistic flourishes and manages to hold everything together keeping us guessing as to the culprit all the way to the reveal and the final result is flawed and a little underwhelming but still an entertaining way to spend 90 minutes.

NB - at the end of the video below there's a short snippet of Christopher Lee talking about the movie.