Michael_Elliott House of a Thousand Dolls (1967) ** 1/2 (out of 4) Stephen Armstrong (George Nader) and his wife are on vacation in Tangiers when he runs into a friend who is searching for his wife who went missing. Before long the friend is dead and Stephen is caught up in what happened to him, which leads to a magician (Vincent Price) and his wife (Martha Hyer) as well as a house with a bunch of beautiful ladies.HOUSE OF A THOUSAND DOLLS (its on screen title) is a film that I pretty much avoided for a couple decades because I had heard so many bad things about it. I guess if you go into it expecting some sort of horror movie then you'll be disappointed because it's certainly not that. The film is basically a mystery with some James Bond like action thrown in as the Stephen Armstrong character must outwit several bad guys that he encounters as he tries to solve the mystery.For the most part the story itself is a rather interesting one and it's certainly entertaining enough to keep you entertained throughout the running time. The locations were a major plus and I thought the film had some nice cinematography. The film benefits from some nice direction that at least keeps the moving going at a nice pace. The weakest aspect of the film is the fact that you can tell it was rather cheaply made and there are times where I think a bit more sexuality would have helped things. There are girls running around in skimpy clothes at times but I think a tad bit more would have improved the film.Price gets top-billing but he actually just plays a supporting player here. I thought he was fine in the part as he plays it pretty much straight and doesn't try to add any humor or camp. Nader is the real star and for the most part he is strong enough and has no problem carrying the picture. Hyer and Ann Smyrner are both good as well and you've got a nice comic performance by Herbert Fux. Maria Rohm as well as some other familiar Euro faces appear throughout.HOUSE OF A THOUSAND DOLLS certainly isn't a masterpiece or even a good film. It doesn't even really work as a Price film since he just plays a supporting part. With that said, I thought it was entertaining enough even with its flaws.

fredleted-1 If Tangiers was meant to be an exotic and mysterious location, heaven help the rest of the world. Based on the write up on the DVD sleeve, I found no evidence that Vincent was a hypnotist, but a one trick illusionist. His knowledge of Tangiers nightlife comprises of tame femme mud wrasslin', hokey belly dancing dives, and upper class brothel placement (about 100 feet from a car wreck yard). (I won't mention the dilapidated train carriages and the rusted engine hulk, the site for a running fight) Vincent's world famous and money spinning act is 2 minutes of his assistant reading minds culminating with a disappearing act, which must cost all night-clubbers a total of some $23 a head.In the mean-time, George Nader goes around brow beating the local police, repeatedly beating up on the same 2 thugs, shrugging off an annoying photographer (what's with his bed friend?), and ......and what's with the night turning into day turning into night scenes? And the cane that fires 3 rounds of gunfire, when I thought it was a sword? And the 'slave' girls out numbering the house madame? And who was the judo girl? The story? Just read the 10 line summary on the DVD cover. Campy. Worth a second look, just to pick on the loopyness.

MARIO GAUCI To begin with, this was yet another "Movies 4 Men" screening hampered by the usual garbled sound problems! It is also an example of a maligned Vincent Price film (Leonard Maltin says he "walks through it in a daze"!) which is actually not too bad. That said, the actor was not well served by "Euro-Cult" (this is a Spanish-German production, despite the British involvement of the writer-producer and director), as can also be gleaned from his sole Mario Bava collaboration DR. GOLDFOOT AND THE GIRL BOMBS (1966)! Price and co-star Martha Hyer are a couple engaged in a magic act (called Manderville, so that he is later mockingly dubbed "Mandrake"!) who are involved in the trafficking of women for the purposes of prostitution (they purposefully choose lonely girls to make them disappear both on stage and in real life but, of course, they are bound to slip sometime...because otherwise there would be no film!). Considering the subject matter and Towers' resume', this is remarkably chaste; in any case, the very first victim we see here (being transported in a coffin!) is none other than Maria Rohm aka Mrs. Towers. Her boyfriend sets on her trail, which leads him to Tangier, where he seeks the help of criminal pathologist George Nader (the hero inevitably played by an ageing Hollywood presence). Hindering their progress is local photographer Herbert Fux, while the proper Police investigation is carried out by Wolfgang Kieling (who had just been a villain, served with a memorable death scene, in Alfred Hitchcock's TORN CURTAIN {1966}).Typically, the identity of the organization's head is a mystery to all; hence, the ultimate revelation proves quite a surprise...and, though it then transpires that Price was not as villainous as had been inferred, he still gets a melodramatic demise. By the way, I was surprised to notice the Maltese name of Charles Camilleri as the film's composer; actually, I had already heard his (only other film) work on Jess Franco's THE CASTLE OF FU MANCHU (1968) and, interestingly enough, he died a couple of years back right in my home-town!

SanFernandoCurt For bargain-basement Bond and a not-unpleasant 90 minutes, you could do a lot worse than "Dolls." It was made right on the cusp between naughty and not-so-naughty exploitation. Nobody drops a bra, but, junior, you can tell the industry is just a step away from barin' the babes and bustin' loose those free-love vibes.Plot is pretty standard: We've got a married couple getting ensnared by a white-slavery racket in Tangiers (location filming, by the way). It's got old pros Vincent Price and Martha Hyer in on the intrigue, and George Nader shaking off Rock Hudson long enough to fly over the pond and put this one away.Mostly, it's all about beautiful babes swingin' their way through the swingin' '60s - and some of the most sluggish, haphazard and least- exciting fistfights you'll see in a long time. Maybe this is the key: It's a Spanish-German co-production. So... in Europe, the women are gorgeous but the stuntmen move like they're encased in slowly hardening lucite. Lotta hollering, too. It's one of those odd movies that may leave you thinking: They need a dab more violence here. And less hollering.And that closing song: EEEeeeee-Yowwww!!!