Hillbillys in a Haunted House

It is a sad sight indeed watching three veteran stars of the silver screen, and in particular the horror genre, be reduced to nothing more than scenery in an otherwise drab, dreary, dull film about a trio of country western singers holed up in a haunted house for the night. Ferlin Husky and Joi Lansing(as Boots Malone) and Don Hall inadvertantly stumble upon a haunted house being used by agents against an organization(MOTHER). When they are not running from being scared, each one 'entertains' us with a good ole country classic. All in all I counted no fewer than 14...yes count 'em....14 songs sung by the trio, a band of passers-by that just happen to sing as a group, two people on television sing for the Country Western Hour, and at the end of the film, when the story about the agents and the house has all been cleared up...at least six songs that go one after the other and the picture abruptly ends. This is not a horror picture. It is not even a picture with a real story. It is just an excuse to showcase what little talent the singers have. Now to be fair, Merle Haggard does a couple numbers, and a few of the songs aren't too terrible. But why make a movie like this....why star three of the genre greats and then give them little to do? Basil Rathbone certainly deserved better than this for his last(or next to last film). He is good in his small role and his scenes with John Carradine are fun to watch as they wade through the atrocious dialogue given to them. And what about poor Lon? It looks like he just woke up from a weekend bender. Again a shame for such a good actor! Despite these many...many shortcomings(and as I stated earlier there were at least 14)...Hillbillys in a Haunted House should be required viewing for serious genre fans just to have a few good real hearty laughs and to see those great men..even though not at their best...one last time. Other than that, the only other saving grace is easily Ms. Lansing and her stiffening blouse...a real treat for the eyes!

In his day, Director Jean Yarborough worked with all the big names in bad movies (Abbott & Costello, The Bowery Boys, Rondo Hatton and Bela Lugosi.) He even did an unacknowledged adventure series with Mantan Moreland battling Nazis in the tropics (KING OF THE ZOMBIES, LAW OF THE JUNGLE.)Capping off his film career with the ignominious twilight of performers like Carradine, Rathbone and Chaney Jr. seems like a destiny chosen for him by the gods of the B-Movies. Is there something of Greek tragedy in this ending, or is it merely poetic justice? At any rate, it was good to see three actors who had all seen much better days putting in one more turn as despicable villains, and it was a fitting coda for a director whose career was always more remarkable for determination than artistry.

HILLBILLYS IN A HAUNTED HOUSE (1967) * (D: Jean Yarbrough) A terrible film, badly directed by Yarbrough. His last film, and possibly Basil Rathbone's too (or perhaps AUTOPSY OF A GHOST). Lon Chaney Jr. and John Carradine can't help matters either - all three are wasted. They should have been put to better use even taking into account the low budget. Rathbone in particular appears disinterested (and who can blame him?) Just barely tolerable to see the three actors, but for completists only. Many awful tunes.

I visited Nashville in 1998 and paid my respects to the great and the good of country music by spending an afternoon in the hallowed precincts of the Country Music Hall of Fame ,where one exhibit was devoted to the movies featuring the great names of the genre . I was left reflecting that by and large the movie industry has not been kind to country music and that most of the movies given exhibition space were low budget productions from poverty stricken regional studios ,rather than the big Hollywood companies . This lame brain picture exemplifies the kind of no brain movies they turned out and the patronising stance of such studios to their audience and the music it contained ,being a parade of stereotypes which pokes fun at country people and their music of choice Ferlin Husky plays a country singer who is stranded for a night in the eponymous house alongside his " girl singer " and business manager .It is a suitably creepy place -festooned with cobwebs and adorned with secret passages .It also happens to be the base for a spy network headed by a mysterious Oriental lady and her henchmen -slumming horror greats lon Chaney ,John Carradine and the wonderful Basil Rathbone .Not to mention a gorilla ! Do the musical trio triumph over their adversaries and make it to the big Nashville show ? Well , if you like country music and admire the work of the veteran actors I name checked earlier its just about worth watching to find out . By any objective standards this is dreadful but at least Rathbone and Carradine are worth watching although somewhat the worse for wear physically.However it is the presence of country music great Merle Haggard doing two numbers and the involvement of lesser but talented artists like Sonny James and Molly Bee that are mainly instrumental in sustaining interest

The last 20 minutes are devoted to a concert that has nothing to do with the plot and is unimaginatively staged and shot but whose peformances are historically fascinating and help make me like the movie more than it really deserves . Now will someone in the movie industry treat this great music -The true national music of America -with the respect due to it ?

Frankenstein met the Wolfman, and they both met Abbott and Costello, so why shouldn't country music greats Ferlin Husky and Merle Haggard meet Basil Rathbone and Lon Chaney, Jr? No reason a'tall. I was hoping for a real hoedown here, even though I'm not sure what a hoedown is. Well, actually, a hoedown seems to be a "square dance." At least that's what the Merriam Webster link on my toolbar came up with, in which case a hoedown isn't what I was hoping for, after all. A Ferlin Husky-Lon Chaney, Jr. duet on a country classic, perhaps "Your Cheatin' Heart," or something else from the pen of Hank Williams, would have been nice, but, alas, it was not to be. As a result, "Hillbillies in a Haunted House" fails to live up to its considerable potential. I suppose that for Basil Rathbone, who would die in the year of this film's release, appearing in this movie is no worse than doing an infomercial for a Helsinki baldness cure, which is what aged, down on their luck actors seem to do these days, although it would have been nice to see the screen's greatest Sherlock Holmes go out with more style than is evident here.