homicidal

Homicidal, Suicidal [Explicit]
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Homicidal
$24.95
Homicidal (William Castle, 1961)

Oh, my god. I cannot believe I didn't see that ending coming. The funny thing is, less than thirty seconds before the Big Reveal, I'd said to myself, "man, it seems like Castle really ripped off [name of movie that would give away the big surprise]!" And yet my jaw still hit the floor. Because of this, I'm inclined to rate Homicidal a lot higher than I would have, William Castle joints are, by and large, basement-budget potboilers short on talent and long on cheap thrills, but even a cheap thrill really works once in a while, and man, did it ever here.

Homicidal opens with a bang--we meet a blonde bombshell named Emily (TV stalwart Joan Marshall in one of her few big-screen appearances) who checks into a hotel, specifies a handsome bellhop, and then propositions him--two thousand dollars if he'll marry her on September 6th. He accepts, and the two of them head out to see Alfred S. Adrims, Justice of the Peace (The Absent-Minded Professor's James Westerfield), late at night. He agrees to do the ceremony despite the late hour, but it ends with quite a surprise--Emily repeatedly stabs him, then runs off, leaving her new husband and a screaming widow in the lurch. She repairs to the family homestead to lay low until the investigation blows over, but while there, she finds herself attracted to Karl (Midway's Glenn Corbett), not only the local druggist, but also the steady boyfriend of Emily's half-sister Miriam (I Saw What You Did's Patricia Breslin). But that's not all there is to this story, not at all...

I realized what I'd been missing when trolling IMDB for information on the actors: the screenplay was written by the brilliant Robb White, equally adept as a screenwriter (he also partnered with Castle on the latter's other best flick, Thirteen Ghosts) and a novelist (Up Periscope, Deathwatch). Put White behind a typewriter and magic flowed. Add a darned fine bit of acting from Marshall and some good performances by the rest of the cast, and a few of Castle's cheap thrills, and somehow it all works. One of Castle's best, if not at the top of the heap. *** ?

Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Poster #4
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Very obviously a very early JTHM promo poster that's printed and shipped VERY well!!! I like the second to last picture the best!

Homicidal [VHS]
$73.39
Homicidal (William Castle, 1961)

Oh, my god. I cannot believe I didn't see that ending coming. The funny thing is, less than thirty seconds before the Big Reveal, I'd said to myself, "man, it seems like Castle really ripped off [name of movie that would give away the big surprise]!" And yet my jaw still hit the floor. Because of this, I'm inclined to rate Homicidal a lot higher than I would have, William Castle joints are, by and large, basement-budget potboilers short on talent and long on cheap thrills, but even a cheap thrill really works once in a while, and man, did it ever here.

Homicidal opens with a bang--we meet a blonde bombshell named Emily (TV stalwart Joan Marshall in one of her few big-screen appearances) who checks into a hotel, specifies a handsome bellhop, and then propositions him--two thousand dollars if he'll marry her on September 6th. He accepts, and the two of them head out to see Alfred S. Adrims, Justice of the Peace (The Absent-Minded Professor's James Westerfield), late at night. He agrees to do the ceremony despite the late hour, but it ends with quite a surprise--Emily repeatedly stabs him, then runs off, leaving her new husband and a screaming widow in the lurch. She repairs to the family homestead to lay low until the investigation blows over, but while there, she finds herself attracted to Karl (Midway's Glenn Corbett), not only the local druggist, but also the steady boyfriend of Emily's half-sister Miriam (I Saw What You Did's Patricia Breslin). But that's not all there is to this story, not at all...

I realized what I'd been missing when trolling IMDB for information on the actors: the screenplay was written by the brilliant Robb White, equally adept as a screenwriter (he also partnered with Castle on the latter's other best flick, Thirteen Ghosts) and a novelist (Up Periscope, Deathwatch). Put White behind a typewriter and magic flowed. Add a darned fine bit of acting from Marshall and some good performances by the rest of the cast, and a few of Castle's cheap thrills, and somehow it all works. One of Castle's best, if not at the top of the heap. *** ?