Castle of the Creeping Flesh

Several upscale partyers in modern Saxony are forced to stay overnight at a creepy castle. Good thing for the reclusive Earl (Howard Vernon) because he desperately desires to resurrect his recently dead daughter.

A West German production, "Castle of the Creeping Flesh" (1968), originally named "In the Castle of Bloody Lust" (translated), is castle horror by the director of the infamous "Mark of the Devil," which debuted two years later. It came in the tradition of earlier flicks like "The Terror" and "Bloody Pit of Horror"; these would influence future ones like "Devil's Nightmare," "Baron Blood," "Howling V: The Rebirth" and "Subspecies." The best thing about all of them is the spooky castle ambiance, but this is easily the worst of the lot and could be classified as Eurotrash, literally.

The entire first act is compelling enough while the second act borrows bits from the Gothic horror of Dracula and Frankenstein. However, once the protagonists of questionable character are staying overnight at the castle, the story bogs down with witless close-up footage of open-heart surgery and tedious ambiguity, not to mention a lousy fake bear sequence. Even "The Devil's Wedding Night" seems coherent by comparison.

Janine Reynaud (Vera) and Elvira Berndorff (Elena) are attractive enough and, for those interested, shown semi-nude, but they lack the essentials to cull much interest; for me anyway. Meanwhile Michel Lemoine (Baron Brack) has interesting crazy eyes and the horseback riding in the heart of Europe is nice, but that's about the extent of the highlights. As low-budget and quickly-made as Roger Corman's "The Terror" was, it's a masterpiece of cinematic art by comparison. Even "And Now the Screaming Starts" is superior (which, admittedly, has a good second half, the opposite of this one).

The movie runs 1 hour, 24 minutes, was shot in northeast Austria at Burg Kreuzenstein (the castle), Leobendorf, Lower Austria, Austria, and nearby Oberrohrbach, Korneuburg.

GRADE: C-

I recently watched the German film 🇩🇪 Castle of the Creeping Flesh (1968) on Tubi. The narrative centers on a scientist's quest to resurrect his deceased daughter within an ancient castle. When a group of revelers stumbles upon this castle, the scientist seizes the opportunity to further his experiments, viewing them as potential donors for the body parts he requires.

Directed by Adrian Hoven (Mark of the Devil), the film features performances by Janine Reynaud (The Case of the Scorpion's Tail), Howard Vernon (Delicatessen), Claudia Butenuth (What Have You Done to Solange?), and Vladimir Medar (Fiddler on the Roof).

The film presents a mixed viewing experience. The opening sequences, showcasing a Ferrari navigating through wooded areas, are visually engaging. The castle's authentic settings and backdrops enhance the gothic atmosphere. The female cast members deliver commendable performances, and the film includes elements typical of the horror genre of its time, such as nudity. However, the protagonist's acting is inconsistent; his dialogue delivery, mannerisms, and facial expressions occasionally come across as forced, eliciting unintended humor. Notably, the surgical scenes, depicting the extraction of organs for experimental purposes, are executed with a level of detail that stands out.

In conclusion, Castle of the Creeping Flesh offers certain aspects that may appeal to horror aficionados, particularly those interested in European gothic cinema. While it may not fully realize its potential, it contains enough intriguing elements to warrant a viewing. I would rate it 5/10.

The "cuts" of footage of actual surgery were excessive and unnecessary. The soundtrack was also puzzling, with some of the music giving a comic effect. Whoever dubbed Howard Vernon was two octaves too low and the actress who kept showing her boobs was underdeveloped. The Baron with his popeyed look was ridiculous and why was there a wrestling scene with a guy in a bear suit? I'm a fan of Franco but this was below par, possibly because there were three writers. I did enjoy the castle, though, and the medieval statuary that was inexplicably in Ms Smallbosoms' bedroom. The wax museum tableau showing the legend of the violated babe was also creepy.

At one of those annoying beatnik parties that probably never happened in real life, a lecherous man called Baron Brack invites a lady and her friends back to his place in the country via a vigorous horse ride. This is just a ruse however to separate this lady from her mates and rape her, which of course the Baron blames on her. "You shouldn't have tempted me!" I hear Harvey Weinstein is going to use that one at his upcoming court case.

The ladies friends all arrive but shortly afterwards she does a runner towards an old castle where the gothic action starts off right away. Here lives Graf Saxon, an old scientist whose daughter has just been found raped and murdered, and now he's got a bunch of beatniks stinking up the place. These beatniks are all into dressing up in period costumes and carrying on their annoying ways during a dinner party, but when another one of their friends shows up, things are thrown into turmoil. Let's start a new paragraph so we can analyse this Gothic horror 'trope'.

It seems this new girl is the spitting image of Katerina, Graf's daughter. That's just standard practise in Gothic horror. People don't even grieve that much in these films as they know it's only a matter of time before someone is reincarnated as their departed or some doppelganger walks through the door complaining that their car broke down. Graf gets all excited and starts his evil plan right away to replace his daughter's heart with this dead ringer.

While that's happening there's also some sort of time slip/flashback/dream involving a previous rape committed thirty years previous which somehow this Graf fellow feels the need to reproduce using dummies in a room (why?). We then get to see our beatniks as previous versions of themselves, some as rapists, some as victims, some as butt-ugly witnesses. It's all a bit disjointed.

There is a random bear attack that was pretty good in its crapness. The whole thing I guess revolves around old rapey McGhee and the reincarnation of Katerina, but even then the strange meandering plot, high nudity levels (no thanks Janine Reynaurd!) and terrible acting make it watchable for all the wrong reasons.

There's SO much wrong with this movie, I barely know where to start first. Oh no wait, I do know! With the ending, seeing there isn't really one! The plot introduces many characters that each have their own odd personalities, there's loads of sexual tension & intrigue between them all, a mad scientist with blood vengeance on his mind and everything taking place in a castle with a sinister history. All these great ideas and Gothic-trademarks and then, suddenly, it goes terribly wrong and the film ends in a minor key. It feels like whatever tight budget Adrian Hoven was working with all of sudden ran out completely and, as a result of this, they just quit in the middle of shooting. Howard Vernon – a Jess Franco regular – plays yet another mentally messed up Baron slash doctor slash castle owner. Some centuries ago, one of his ancestors lost his beautiful daughter because she was raped and abused by savage men in the woods. History seems to repeat itself, as Graf Saxon's own daughter also falls victim to an assault. He and his loyal servants want to resurrect the dead daughter but they'll need essential body parts from living beings. Lucky for them, a drunken bunch of flamboyant party animals stumbles into the castle and onto the operation table. "Castle of the Creeping Flesh" is a very bizarre film for more than just one reason. I've been using the term "gothic" already, but I'm not entirely sure if it fully counts as goth-horror! During with era are the events even supposed to take place? The characters attend fancy high society parties, yet they ride horses instead of cars. And Howard Vernon lives isolated in a creepy castle, yet he's perfectly able to perform a complex open-heart surgery? And yet, underneath all the confusion, implausible story lines and downright horrible dubbing jobs, there is an interesting and obscure exploitation effort to discover. We have gorgeous euro-babes stripping their clothes off, an occasionally macabre ambiance and some really graphic gore moments. Howard Vernon is terrible but fun to observe as always and Michel Lemoine is genuinely scary with his horrifying eyes. It's really too bad about that crap ending, otherwise I could recommend it even more.