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A young group of geologists can't get out of a village due to a landslide and seek accommodations at a creepy, isolated hotel. Of course it is haunted and soon the ghosts of the killer owners and their victims (including a random Buddhist monk) start picking them off. It is going to be a sad day when I run out of '80s Italian horrors to watch. This has all the elements I love (atmospheric main location, gruesome killings, funny dialogue). In fact, one of the opening lines let me know I was in for a treat right away. After waking from a nightmare, Carla tells her boyfriend and he replies, "The doctors had a perfectly reasonable explanation. They said you had psychic ability." Another great exchange:

"Mary's disappeared!"

"Disappeared?"

"Yeah, and we could start looking for her if you didn't ask so many questions."

A group of young geologists find the main road blocked and book into a tatty looking hotel. There are no other guest, just the hotel manager, a very glum looking chap who does not utter a single word. Soon ghostly apparitions and decapitations ruin the guests' stay! This was Umberto Lenzi's second entry of the made for Italian TV series "House of Doom" (1989). I would rate it second best after Lucio Fulci's "House of Clocks", the other two movies, one by each director, are pretty poor. This is hardly classic Italian horror. We get the usual bad dubbing and some laughable script, one woman mumbling about Donald Trump after being locked in a freezer with some corpses! There is some good gore, including a decapitation by washing machine, however the camera cuts away for other deaths. Kevin is played by American actor Joseph Alan Johnson who appeared in several 1980's slasher movies, I thought that he looked familiar. The music sounds familiar too, sounds like the soundtrack to "Demons" (1985). If you like Italian horror then Lost Souls is reasonable viewing.

Blood gushes from a statuette as a Tibetan monk hacks at it with a hatchet; a skeleton rolls along in a wheelchair; tarantulas crawl over dead bodies; a small child has blood on his hands: these nightmarish visions are a regular occurrence for poor geology student Carla (Stefania Orsola Garello). Her boyfriend Kevin tries to put her mind at rest: "The doctors gave you a reasonable explanation", he reminds her, "They said that you have psychic powers. You're a medium."

It's craptastic dialogue like this, along with inept gore, that will make The House of Lost Souls a painful watch or a bearable one, depending on your particular proclivities. Personally speaking, the dreadful writing and bad special effects make this a reasonably enjoyable time waster -- not a classic by any stretch of the imagination, but bonkers enough to entertain for the duration.

Directed by Umberto Lenzi, The House of Lost Souls was the fourth and last film in The Houses of Doom collection of made-for-TV movies, (the others being The House of Clocks and The Sweet House of Horror, both directed by Lucio Fulci, and The House of Witchcraft, also by Lenzi). It sees a group of young people taking refuge at an old motel where they encounter the malevolent spirits of several murder victims that seek revenge on the living.

What follows is a random series of supernatural events, fairly typical of the Ghosthouse series (this film is also known as Ghosthouse 3), in which the living are tormented by the dead, before they are decapitated one by one. It's all extremely silly stuff, with the craziest death being that of the youngest of the group, Gianluca (Costantino Meloni), who loses his head to a vicious washing machine. Other victims are separated from their noggins by chainsaw, axe and a dumb waiter! The House of The Lost Souls also features one of my favourite lines of dialogue in Italian horror: on learning that the doors and windows of the motel have been sealed shut, one of the characters exclaims, "Reinforced concrete! Must be 27 metres thick!". How does he know?

In the film's suitably daft finale, Kevin uses a metal detector to locate the heads of the murder victims so that he can lay their spirits to rest. I didn't know metal detectors had a 'severed head' setting.

5/10. It's garbage, but entertainingly so.

Can it get any worser to understand it all? i mean, just look at the release of Ghosthouse (1988). It had an good script but was also called La Casa 3 clocking in on Evil Dead's success. Then came Ghosthouse 2 but that's a title used for a few different flicks and wasn't directed by Lenzi and had nothing to do with the original one. Here I just watched what they call in Germany Ghosthouse 3. But it has again nothing to do with Ghosthouse, in fact it should be called La Casa 5 but it doesn't. It's just one of the fourth part of the series "Le case maledette" (Doomed Houses) also including La dolce casa degli orrori, La casa nel tempo and La casa del sortilegio.

Again, as so many Italian flicks this is pure trash and just look at how it was made, it looked much older, it even looks as a seventies release. The effects were again dull and laughable. But this time a few killings did happen all as decapitations. The most notorious one the one with the laundry machine. Nevertheless it's again low on every part. It's so strange that a man like Lenzi could make such supernatural trash. The ghosts are just real people that are standing there with wooden performances and thats' what most of the acting is. Some did make it into the Italian scene.

Okay, it was a television release but still from someone who made Cannibal Ferox this is trash.

Gore 1/5 Nudity 0/5 Effects 1/5 Story 2/5 Comedy 0/5

Basically, you can judge your prospective enjoyment of this film by how you receive this line: "It's okay, the Doctors gave you a rational explanation. You've got psychic powers".

Although this is part of the House of Doom series, this film would be better off being called Ghosthouse 2: Ghosthotel, because both films have a lot in common. We start off with a group of geologists getting stuck trying to get to a certain destination, including Carla, who has visions, her boyfriend Kevin (Joseph Johnson, somehow ending up here via Slumber Party Massacre and Bezerker), Massimo (no doubt a tribute to Massimo Vanni), two other folks, and atypical annoying kid Gianluca. These folk, as you would imagine, end up stuck at some haunted hotel where the manager went insane and killed all the guests.

Carla's first to start seeing things, what with the television in the basement broadcast murders from twenty years ago, and Gianluca's seeing blood dripping from the ceiling and fake spiders everywhere. Travelling companion Mary gets pushed into a freezer by the maggoty hand from Ghosthouse and ends up sharing that space with two hanged corpses. By the end of all this our victims realise that things are a bit wrong at this particular hotel.

At this point things get even more Ghosthouse, when two of our characters head out into the world to investigate what the problem is while the rest of our characters stay behind to be murdered by the vengeful ghosts that reside in the hotel, so expect decapitation by washing machine (extra point for that), decapitation by knife, and decapitation by some other blade.

Meanwhile, Joe Johnson and the guy who's dubbed by the guy who appears in more Italian films that anyone else that exists run around town, graveyard etc trying to find out what's going on. Before you know it, they're back at the hotel with the only survivor, the ghosts have somehow used concrete to wall everyone in, and Joe Johnson's using a metal detector to find some severed heads!

If you are the most rational person in the world, I wouldn't be seeking this one out. However, if you like Umberto Lenzi films then this one is a fairly safe bet. There ain't much in the way of gore but if you like Ghosthouse then this is more of the same - haunted house stuff, people freaking out and getting killed, and a better soundtrack than normal. I've watched this one about five times and never get sick of it. It's the best of the House of Doom films for me and further proof that Lenzi is a fine director who managed to sully his name directing crappy cannibal films.