Theatre of Death

The plot centers around the cast of a Grand Guginol theatre group.Guginol refers to bloody & horrific explotative plays.The troupe is lead by the cold & cruel Darvas.(Darvas is wonderfully played by Christopher Lee).Darvas thinks nothing of ridiculing & humiliating his cast to get exactly what he wants. Seemingly he has no soul and no regard for human emotions other than acting them out.

A series of vampiric murders is tied in with the theatre group.Is Darvas more than just a Svengali? Is he a vampire? Without giving too much away cannibalism is the driving force behind the murders.Who is the killer stalking the cast?

This clocks in at above average. There are plenty of red herrings but the cast plays it gamely.Everyone has secrets to hide,some more terrible than others. The ending is a bit of a twist.You could do worse than to watch this one.

Not to be confused with the 1973 Vincent Price/Diana Rigg movie "Theatre of Blood," "Theatre of Death" (1966) gives us the story of a serial killer in modern-day Paris, who stabs victims and drains their blood (kind of like a 20th century Jacques the Ripper). The director of the local Theatre of Death, a Grand Guignol-type of entertainment, falls under suspicion, and, as played by that former neck nosher himself, "Mr. Tall, Dark and Gruesome," Christopher Lee, is is easy to see why. This sneaky, tyrannical, egomaniacal, Svengali-like, mesmerizing petty dictator is one intimidating personage indeed, and a likely suspect, to say the least. Anyway, I must admit that this little film has been stylishly shot and directed, handsomely produced, and well acted by one and all. However, it is also somewhat static, never especially scary or suspenseful, and certainly suffers when Lee's character mysteriously disappears halfway through. Still, it does somehow manage to hold the viewer's attention, although I'm still a trifle puzzled as to WHY the killer decided to go on a sudden homicidal spree, as well as a few other loose ends. To the film's credit, though, that killer's identity DOES come as something of a surprise (well, it did for me, anyway, but I've always been lousy at guessing this kind of thing). Yes, despite that gruesome title, and Mr. Lee's presence, this film IS more of a mystery thriller than a horror picture. Oh, and one other thing: An 11-minute interview with Mr. Lee makes for just one of the many fine extras on the crisp-looking DVD that I just watched.

In the dark streets of Paris, innocent victims mysteriously die, having had all their blood drained from their bodies by sharp punctures. A Theatre of Death, or Grand Guingol theatre, is nearby and a great success, thanks in large part to the efforts of its somewhat mysterious, demented, hypnotic director Phillipe Darvas. Christopher Lee plays the director in this above-average horror-mystery. A friend of the cast, Julian Glover, and a policeman, somehow find that the theater and the mysterious deaths are related. Lots of red herrings in this one and a neat, creative story tying up the loose ends. Not a lot of action but more mood and psychological horror. The setting is Paris but you only know that, because everyone has French names - otherwise it seems like London. Production values are pretty good, and the film boasts some fine scenes such as when two actresses rehearse a Salem witch-burning scene for the first time whilst one is hypnotized by Lee and the house of the director is a truly scary place with a very good painting of Lee that has eyes cut out and a back panel. Good old-fashioned horror here!

1966's "Theatre of Death" was a one shot feature from Pennea Productions, issued by London Independent Producers in the UK, while Hemisphere Pictures did the honors in the US under the more lurid title "Blood Fiend." It was also one of the better entries in Gold Key's Scream Theater television package (and its sole British entry), which admittedly isn't saying much considering the low quality of its 19 cofeatures ("The Creeping Terror" or "They Saved Hitler's Brain," for example). A series of murders erupt in Paris while the Theatre de Mort showcases another season under director Phillipe Darvas (Christopher Lee), a lifetime of devotion since inheriting it from his missing father, showcasing torture, murder, disembowelment, decapitation, and sundry other horrific details purely for audience amusement (the real life theatre finally closed for good in 1962). Two recent arrivals are Nicole Chapelle (Jenny Till) and Dani Gireaux (Lelia Goldoni), who are both good friends as well as roommates, encouraged to perform a reenactment of the Salem witch trials in a demonstration that grows too intense for Dani's boyfriend Charles Marquis (Julian Glover). Nicole proves most susceptible to hypnosis, and agrees to move in with Darvas, who has yet to complete the final act of his new program, maintaining a grip of terror over his troupe in any horrific manner he sees fit (poor Dani is encouraged to jump in the river). As a police pathologist, Charles learns that the knife wounds on each victim's throat were triangular, the corpses drained of blood as if a genuine vampire were responsible. Suspicion naturally falls upon the tyrannical Darvas, but once he mysteriously disappears like his father before him authorities remain in a quandary until a cafe owner relates a strange tale of survival in the Swiss Alps, and a mother who raised her child on human blood. Between the hand held camera angles chosen by director Samuel Gallu and the picturesque cinematography of Gilbert Taylor ("A Hard Day's Night," "Star Wars"), the picture manages to hold together in Lee's absence, but as a whodunit it's a total washout, scripted by Ellis Kadison and Roger Marshall, the latter a veteran of THE AVENGERS. From spying on his guests to browbeating those who fail to meet his exacting standards, this mesmeric role is very similar to Lee's previous film, Hammer's "Rasputin - The Mad Monk," only here his character vanishes after a confrontation with Charles about the unsolved vampire-like murders in their vicinity; as the obvious focus throughout the first half, the picture clearly suffers from that point on, and the drawn out climax doesn't quite fill the gap. Leading lady Lelia Goldoni had one Hammer credit on her resume (1964's "Hysteria"), Julian Glover only a year away from a major role in Hammer's third Quatermass entry, "Five Million Years to Earth," little known Dilys Watling (as hungry starlet Heidi) going on to a memorable appearance on THE BENNY HILL SHOW in the late 1970s.

Theatre of Death is a pretty below the radar example of British horror. It rarely seems to get much of a mention and is relatively unknown. Having just seen it I have to say that this is a somewhat unfair situation. On the face of it, it is quite similar in terms of subject matter to a Hammer film. But in reality it has more in common with a super-stylish Italian flick from the period, like the kind of thing Mario Bava might have directed. The reason for this is that, while it stars Hammer regular Christopher Lee and has a horror based story, it is set in chic Paris and, more importantly, it looks absolutely gorgeous. The art direction really is rather fine, with nice décor and exceptional use of colours, especially red and black. And most significant of all is the sumptuous cinematography by Gilbert Taylor. It may be a low budget movie but it looks absolutely great and that kind of craftsmanship counts for a lot in my book.

The setting is a theatre based on the famous Grand Guignol of Paris. This was a place that put on macabre and gory plays. It operated for decades and had something of a reputation. Likewise in Theatre of Death the plays on offer are of the dark and sinister kind. We have a nice set-piece to enjoy of one such example, 'The Witches of Salem'. Lee plays the intense, sadistic theatre director and he comes under suspicion when a series of serial killings occur that have all the hallmarks of a vampire attack. From here on in several of the cast attempt to solve this mystery and get to the bottom of these gruesome murders. It all winds up with a climax in the theatre during a particularly impressively erotic voodoo dance sequence. It's a stylish ending to a great looking movie. This is a film that definitely deserves far more recognition.