For a certain something, it manages flavor and air in excellent shading photography, with the abhorrent doings encircled by cool, provincial greenery and stately homes. Under Terence Fisher’s heading, infact, the initial 20 minutes are dandy, as a steely noble, played with smooth nobility by Christopher Lee, tries to outsmart the malevolent ones all alone terms and have a few companions and relatives.
This acculturated counterattack, in wording and conduct, and some practical exchange, consistent the activity until a flaring, fluttering peak, which is O.K. inside the specific situation. One question, however: When the abhorrent ones assault the innocents, who defensively hunch inside a chalked hover, where on earth were the kid and steward?