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Do not know HOW this page has been screwed up royal but it has. Snake People IS a B K movie title but this ain't it. Nor is "Isle of the Snake People" either as THAT one is just "Snake People" and this one is "Fear Chamber" or "Torture Zone" or original Mexican title "La Camara del Terror" and I see a third of the cast /character listings are jumbled. Went to youtube to get proper ones but have found edited/missing videos and channels that had to do with this film gone, only ones remaining on it are from a "Fear Chamber" from early 2000 "00's" movie that has nothing whatsoever to do with this one, merely a psycho murderer versus police flick.

One of the handful of dirt-cheap American / Mexican horror films headlined by Boris Karloff before the horror legend passed away, "Fear Chamber" a.k.a. "Torture Zone" is "good" schlocky fun. As long as viewers go in knowing to expect an over the top level of cheese and a complete dearth of quality, they can have some fun with this. Whatever one may think of these movies, it's admirable that Karloff kept soldiering on, despite being in weak health.

The main reason to watch is to see Karloff once again give his all, even to movies that really didn't deserve his level of professionalism. Written by American cult favourite Jack Hill ("Coffy", "Spider Baby") and Luis Enrique Vergara, it tells of scientists discovering a "living rock" within a volcanic crevice. Dr. Karl Mantell (Karloff) deduces that it needs to feed upon people when they are at their most terrified.

Directors Hill and Juan Ibanez don't concern themselves with being terribly coherent, instead just throwing wacky characters into the mix to keep it just odd enough. Yerye Beirute is a hoot as an utterly demented goon named Roland, a guy who's given to uttering "I'm the king of the world" long before Leo DiCaprio made the phrase famous. Mexican superstar Isela Vega is likewise fun as a determined, cold-blooded scientist named Helga. Carlos East is okay as another of the eggheads; Julissa plays Mantells' daughter.

Stupid, poorly filmed, and indicative of its (lack of) budget at every turn, "Fear Chamber" still manages to entertain fans of this type of thing, despite itself. It's really Karloff that makes the big difference. Even in light of the "quality" level here, and his own ailing health, he remains compelling.

Five out of 10.

One of my sci-fi/horror/fantasy reviews written 50 years ago: Directed by Juan Ibanez and Jack Hill; Produced by Luis Enrique Vergara, for Azteca Films, released in America by Columbia Pictures. Screenplay by Luis Enrique Vergara and Jack Hill; Photography by Raul Dominguez and Austin McKinney; Edited by Felipe Marino; Music by Enrico Cabiati; Dialogue Director: Stillman Segar. Starring: Boris Karloff, Julissa, Isela Vega, Carlos East, Sandra Chavez and Eva Muller.

Silly sci-fi/horror exploitation film, integrating some of Karloff's last live-action footage into an incredible plot. Vega plays a fellow mad scientist who with big K is feeding a living volcanic rock blood from busty young women after scaring them in the title area. Oddly, Vega's famous frame is kept under wraps until her finale, being fed to the rock herself. Wide-angle lenses and flashy lighting effects do not hide the absence of development in the subplot of rocks from the center of the earth trying to learn to survive on the surface and take over.

One of those dreary Mexican productions that Boris Karloff made toward the end of his career, "The Fear Chamber"'s only attraction for the great but now aged and ailing star must have been the paycheck. The plot, already described elsewhere, is ludicrous, the set looks like somebody's basement, and the effects are cheap.

It's always worth seeing Karloff, but otherwise the only attraction is the supporting cast which includes various beautiful women, including Isele Vega (best known for "Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia"), who are called upon to add some sex to the mix. The lesbian scenes make no sense within the context of the story, but they may at least prevent you from fast-forwarding to the conclusion.

With its rep as one of Karloff's worst, I expected something drab and stilted (like CAULDRON OF BLOOD, '67) so was surprised to find this quite colorful, albeit in a tacky way. While it lacks subtlety (and often coherence), the film delivers sufficient sleaze to please prurient drive-in dwellers.

The haphazard script provides much to mock. Spellunking scientists discover and attempt to communicate with a tentacled, "intelligent" rock. That's all of the plot you need...it's raw gibberish. Amoral researchers stop just short of human sacrifice in their experiments, and place blind faith in primitive, printout-spitting computers. Rants from Roland, the diamond-obsessed comic relief, beg for MST3K skewering, and Karloff's scientific theories are the daffiest heard since mad docs roamed the Monogram lot.

Most commenters cluck about "Poor Boris." Granted, he isn't tossed one morsel of decent dialogue, but he just phones his part in. (The young leads, on the other hand, are quite likable, even though their characters are not.) Upon his passing, rummagers of Karloff's effects discovered that his check for this flick was uncashed...perhaps he expected it to bounce.