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To all those who have watched it: I hope you enjoyed it as much as I do.

It’s sentimental, ridiculously long and only occasionally funny

It is neither dumb nor smart enough to be fun, and spends way too much time with its boring human characters.

Like the great film, it's made with a great deal of visible affection both in front of and behind the camera.

Watch anything before you watch this horrible film. Ken Russell's Lair Of the Whyte Wurm is probably the good version of this derivative genre film. Watch that instead.

Holy Mary Mother Of God, horror parodies can be really bad when not handled properly (see Transylvania 6,500, Saturday The 14th and Haunted Honeymoon for further reference)… and this obscure little British entry is one of the worst of the lot. Tiresome beyond belief, the makers somehow managed to persuade some talented stars to lend their faces to this garbage. Vincent Price, for example, as a 700 year old cult leader who swears a lot; Kenny Everett as a paranormal investigator who was formerly a brilliant surgeon in Germany until he accidentally dropped his monocle into a patient's insides during an operation; Pamela Stephenson as a lisping scientist who ends up getting the best sex of her life from a randy poltergeist; and Graham Stark as a blind man who inadvertently destroys everything in his path wherever he goes. On paper it sounds almost funny, but in reality sadly it never gets that far… in fact, this pitiful film is buried irretrievably several feet below rock bottom.Following the massacre of 18 people at a creepy country manor, a number of scientists visit the house in question several years later to investigate high levels of radioactivity at the site. Here they experience numerous supernatural goings-on as they try to find out what's going on. Meanwhile, a number of local villagers led by a700 year old cultist (Vincent Price) march upon the house and attempt to 'cleanse' it of the unwelcome outsiders.The plot itself doesn't hang together for a second and there's little point wasting another word trying to describe it. Instead, the film unfolds like a series of randomly connected comedy skits, sometimes poking fun at other horror films as they go. Everett hacks down a door with an axe, a la Jack Nicholson, in order to tell the girl inside that it's dinner time. Whilst walking through a dingy tunnel, one woman looks up and screams "Bat!" – a moment later a cricket bat falls down and clonks someone on the head. At one point Everett stops midway through a meal, clutches at his stomach while an alien life-form rises up inside him, then burps and excuses himself. That's the general level of humour throughout, with lots of infantile toilet humour thrown in for good measure. The film is extremely tedious and barely raises a single smile during its entire running time. Most depressing of all is the absolute waste of horror icon Price, in a role that simply has to be seen to be disbelieved. The kindest summary I can come up with is that Bloodbath At The House Of Death is about as funny as a serial rapist. Avoid.

When you get a bad British comedy film , they don't come much worse than this inane rubbish with a great title and that's all. The star was a much loved zany DJ and comedy star who died of HIV far to young.Those of you in USA may know Pamela Stephenson as the wife of Comedian Billy Connerly,but the rest of a decent Brit comedy cast are totally wasted. This was part written by a very respected comedy writer and comedian, Barry Cryer, still making us laugh, seen at the beginning as a policeman getting covered in blood.So what went wrong? It was made at a time when sending things up was considered the done thing. The spoofs all go wrong and the whole mess seems to be mistimed,perhaps bad editing. The saddest sight is seeing Vincent Price trying to make good a bad script by addlibbing his lines. He also does not look too well.Kenny is fine and holds in his usual goofy self.I met him a couple of times, a nicer guy you could not meet. So as his film farewell iv'e been kind giving this 5, but that's for him not the dross.

"Bloodbath at the House of Death" – every horror fan will undeniably fall in love with the title alone already – is a slapstick horror comedy/spoof starring the BBC radio presenter Kenny Everett and the legendary horror acting legend Vincent Price. Now, I'm not really familiar with the works of Kenny Everett, but I am a self-proclaimed expert when it comes to Vincent and the name of his character here pretty much summarizes his entire rich and highly respectable career. He is the "Sinister Man" and appears in the film, albeit less extendedly as I hoped, as some sort of deranged cult leader. The rest of the story is relatively simple: a random group of international scientists and paranormal investigators gather together at Headstone Manor, also known as the House of Death, to research the truth behind the legend of allegedly 18 people being slain at the place. "Bloodbath at the House of Death" is far from brilliant, sometimes hardly even funny, but I would definitely say this is an underrated attempt that understandably got overlooked in the massive horror/comedy offer of the early 80's. The script, co-written by director Ray Cameron, makes fun of great and obvious classics such as "Alien", "E.T.", "Poltergeist", Carrie" and "The Shining", but also holds more subtle jokes and references in store to reward the attentive horror freaks. Something I couldn't help noticing, though, is that quite a few jokes in the more recent "Scary Movie 2" were directly lifted from this film. Okay, admittedly, both film were basically influenced by the same haunted house classics (like "The Legend of Hell House", "The Entity" and "House on Haunted Hill") but still it's quite suspicious that the Wayans Brothers supposedly thought up the exact same jokes, like for example the ghost rape turning into a kinky sex game. Other than the movie-related jokes and situations, there certainly also isn't a shortage of textbook slapstick stuff like a blind character constantly running into trees and a crippled guy repeatedly falling flat on his face. It may not be politically correct, but it sure as hell is funny. Perhaps the main reason why I – and surely many genre fanatics with me – appreciate the film so much is the gore. In spite of the comical and non-horror friendly atmosphere, there are quite a few gross killings on display. The devilish house always repeats the same macabre methods of elimination, namely stabbing, hanging, struck by lightening, drowning, slit throats, etc. Some of the illustrations of murder here are a lot nastier than the case in many contemporary slasher flicks.