My World Dies Screaming

This film deals with a young gal who has bad dreams about a haunted house which have put her in a sanitarium and her husband is trying his best to help her with this problem.

The husband takes his wife to a house that looks exactly like the haunted house in her dreams and this is when the story becomes interesting with mysterious people making appearances who claim to be owners of the house and even the care taker of the house becomes a dark side to the story.

Good acting, with plenty of surprises and great for a 1958 film classic. Enjoy.

My World Dies Screaming (1958)

* 1/2 (out of 4)

Better known as TERROR IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE, this is a pretty bad film that's only separation from other bad films is the fact that it was filmed in "Psycho-Rama," which allowed subliminal images to appear on screen throughout the picture. The actual story revolves around a woman (Cathy O'Donnell) who suffers from a continuous nightmare surrounding a house that she sees in her dreams. Soon her new husband (Gerald Mohr) takes her to America and sure enough they end up staying in the house from her dreams. MY WORLD DIES SCREAMING might have worked under better conditions but as it stands here the film is just a complete boring mess. There are so many issues with this film but we can start with the story. The idea of someone seeing something in their dreams and then it becomes a reality isn't anything fresh or original but there's so much more they could have done with it. Instead we're just given non-stop dialogue scenes that go back and forth on whether or not the wife is crazy or if she's normal and the husband is just trying to drive her mad. Then we get some really melodramatic moments that often come across more funny than anything else and I assure you that wasn't the intent. Even worse is that the performance from O'Donnell is just downright bad. Everything from her reactions to her line delivery is just so over-the-top that you have to wonder what director Harold Daniels was doing. He certainly should have brought her back in or at least did a second take. Mohr comes across much better and John Qualen adds a few laughs as the strange caretaker. As far as the subliminal images go, they're quite pointless and come across more of a bad gimmick than anything that actually adds to the entertainment value. MY WORLD DIES SCREAMING will have the viewer screaming by the time the end credit roles.

As a child this movie always scared the daylights out of my sister and me whenever we saw on TV. In fact, in my mind it has always been *the* horror movie of my childhood. After finally discovering its name and seeing it again decades later, I was relieved to see I don't have to be embarrassed to admit that. Sure it's 50 years old, has mediocre acting, and those hokey "subliminal" images, but I still find the situations, especially the woman's dream, haunting. And, though you'll probably think you know what the surprise ending is going to be, there's one or two little twists yet to go. You have to give the filmmakers credit for trying to produce something a bit more psychologically satisfying than the usual 1950's horror movie did.

Worth checking out if you like thriller movies. Just don't spend too much on it!

Married couple Sheila (Cathy O'Donnell) and Philip (Gerald Mohr) travel from Switzerland to Florida for a relaxing break in a rented property. To Sheila's horror, the house is identical to that which features in her recurring nightmares. Coincidence? Or does hubbie Philip have a hidden agenda?

The plot for Terror in the Haunted House feels extremely dated, like a product of the '30s or 40's rather than the late '50s (remember, the groundbreaking horror of Psycho was only two years away). In order to add a little pep to proceedings, the makers resort to one of those lame gimmicks so prevalent of the time, in this case 'Psycho-Rama', subliminal images (a cartoon face with a rat in its mouth!?!) and words (Scream Bloody Murder!) designed to unsettle the viewer. They don't work.

With its uninspired story-line, overly verbose script and overwrought performances, this film is unlikely to set chills running up the spine. Psycho-Rama might be wholly ineffective as a way of creeping out the audience, but it at least provided me with the challenge of trying to pause the film every time an image or phrase appeared—far more fun the film itself.

4.5 out of 10, rounded down to 4 for some of the worst day for night filming I have seen: it looks like they didn't even try.

While the film is watchable to the degree that it does have a story about a woman returning to a house she has seen in her dreams, the ultimate feeling left upon the viewer after seeing this is that it wasn't anything special in any way. The budget is suitably low. That means there are no special effects to speak of, save the house which on the outside looks creepy with huge decaying palm trees but looks rather nice(save the wallpaper in the bedroom) inside. The acting talent is indeed meager with no one giving a good performance. The female lead Cathy O'Donnell is adequate, but the guy that plays her husband is awful. He is the kind of guy that grates on you and you want something to happen to him fast. That was one wish un-fulfilled. His name by the way is Gerald Mohr(he looks kind of like a young Morton Downey Jr.). The most interesting performance is given by John Qualen as an old caretaker. He is at least acting with some ability and able to make a unique characterization. The story is not anything special either as it tells about a woman reliving her past and surrounded by people she cannot trust. Nothing new there nor is it done any differently than countless of other times. The major claim to fame of the film is that it was filmed in Psychorama which is when subliminal pictures pop on for seconds and then disappear. Too bad they didn't disappear altogether as they are very aggravating because you are trying to see what they are, and when you do, you say, "Hey, it's a painted face of a red devil...Big Deal!" At the very least, that will give you something to think about as you watch the film.