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Jack Palance plays an antique dealer who dabbles with murder & black magic in 1970's London. There's many familiar faces in the cast here. The film starts & ends, predictably, well but sadly the middle part goes a bit flat. The picture quality wasn't great on my DVD but I think they did the best they could with what print was available.

I must say I'm very surprised, even quite shocked, to see all the negative ratings and read the downright harsh reviews on "Craze". Sure, it's far from original and probably not even all that memorable, but one simply has to admit it provides tremendous 70s horror entertainment thanks to its schlocky plot, Grand Guignol make-up effects and the fabulously over-the-top performance by the great Jack Palance! Honestly, if you love the horror genre, I cannot believe, nor accept, that you won't enjoy "Craze". Good old Jack depicts financially struggling antique dealer Neil Mottram, living in the heart of London. He organizes ritual sacrifice games in his basement to honor the God ChuKu, which is a hideous African statue with huge eyes and razor-sharp fingers. Neil already was loony, but he gets dangerously disturbed when he learns the tacky sacrifices weren't sufficient. In return for dead female sacrifices, ChuKu offers wealth and luxury. So, predictably, Neil gets hooked on the thrill of both money and committing murder, and roams around London to scout for potential new victims. As soon as the police begins to suspect him, Palance's murder schemes turn into meticulously prepared plans, and I thought this was great. The whole set-up to get rid of his rich aunt, for instance, with waterproof nightly alibis and even his own car sabotaged, is very ingenious and fascinating to observe. The kills are deliciously gruesome, nasty and perverse. Poor ladies get impaled, stabbed, viciously strangled or even stuffed in the incinerator. "Craze" clearly isn't director Freddie Francis best work, but his weak direction is widely compensated by the unhinged Jack Palance and the numerous guest appearances from great starts in minor roles.

This film begins with a man named "Neal Mottram" (Jack Palance) performing a black magic ritual in front of an African idol called "Chuku" in the basement of his antique shop. Immediately after the ritual, a woman named "Muriel Sharp" (Kathleen Byron) storms in, demanding the African idol, claiming Neal stole it from her. A struggle follows, ending with Muriel impaling herself on the idol. Using her death as a sacrifice to gain favor with the African idol, Neal then disposes of her body in a nearby river and continues with his day. A few days later, two detectives from Scotland Yard, "Sergeant Wall" (Michael Jayston) and "Constable Russet" (Percy Herbert), arrive, and because his name was found in Muriel's address book, they begin questioning him about her. Based on his answers, Detective Wall quickly suspects that Neal knows more than he admits. Meanwhile, as Neal talks to his assistant "Ronnie" (Martin Palmer), he happens to find some gold coins in an old desk, which he immediately believes are a sign of Chuku's blessing for the sacrifice of Muriel. From that moment on, Neal decides to keep sacrificing women at the altar of the African idol, firmly believing that Chuku will protect him from the consequences of his actions. Now, rather than reveal any more, I will just say that this was an okay British horror film, largely thanks to the solid acting from everyone involved. Admittedly, the idea of anyone worshipping an idol as silly-looking as Chuku is somewhat laughable, but even so, the film managed to hold my interest for the most part, and I have rated it accordingly. Average.

I hardly recognized Freddie Francis in this movie, not in terms of directing, with exciting camera angles and moves, but because of a so lousy script where poor Jack Palance does his best to save the whole. Freddie Francis gave us worst, with the awful - or funny, that depends of your taste and opinion - TROG, where it was Joan Crawford instead of Jack Palance as the lead. But I am sure that many viewers will appreciate this film, that looks like a TV movie for me. Freddie Francis was more inspired during the sixties, let's admit it. Remember his first part of career, but maybe was it because of a budget matter, not talent.

Jack Palance as an insane antiques dealer who worships an African deity in his basement and offers it human sacrifices? That's the kind of film that just can't lose! And it doesn't, although the copy I watched tries it's best with the worst sound ever, forcing me to up the volume on the DVD player to max and still struggle to hear some of the dialogue.

Now Jack can do these off-kilter roles in his sleep and this NOT being a spaghetti western, he's actually required to be there on screen for most of the film. It's a joy to see him in his Primark devil robes with his coven, worshipping this African statue while a chick dances nude and then cuts herself. It's all harmless fun until some ex-coven member turns up and accidentally impales herself on the statue's trident, and the subsequent windfall gets Jack all thinking that maybe he should be upping his game when it comes to demented statue worshipping.

In his non-insane life, Jack owns a shop with a weedy assistant who knows what he's up to but doesn't want to turn Jack in and lose his job (because he'd have his benefit cut when trying to claim Unemployment Benefit as technically he would have quit) so he just goes with the flow while Jack stuffs American tourist's heads into his Argos basement oven. By this point the cops are sniffing around and Jack isn't exactly putting them off the trail.

So just when you're thinking we're getting a stalk and slash film Craze takes a side road into an elaborate plot to bump off Jack's rich Aunt which involves getting Diana Dors drunk and him jumping out of a cupboard wearing a Poundland horror mask. Will Jack get away with his plan to continually offer sacrifices to his statue? Or will his assistant get fed up being paid minimum wage? Will David Warbreck do anything when he finally shows up near the end of the film? I ain't saying, but it's as daft as you would expect.

I seem to own rather a lot of Jack Palance films (Man in the Attic, It can Be Done Amigo, Brothers Blue, Portrait of a Hit-man, Welcome to Blood City etc) and he's a lot more animated than usual in this one. Not an essential film, but a good time waster thanks to the daft plot.