Totally incoherent and horribly slow with unrelated close-up surgical footage literally thrown in without context. Howard Vernon's butler is the always interesting Vladimir Medar from one of my favorite Euro-horrors, Harald Reinl's Die Schlangengrube und das Pendel aka Torture Chamber of Dr. Sadism and most of the Karl May Winnetou/Old Shatterhand epics. The location, a real castle as in many Euro flicks, is wasted. The two leads, husband and wife Michael Lemoine and Janine Reynaud are always professional in their films but the script flops badly and leaves them adrift. Reynaud's upper-class, haughty, immobile look (she was a model also) adds some beauty and style to this junk as she did to her sleazy Franco films. I always admired her looks and on-screen personality.
Review of Castle of the Creeping Flesh
