Review – The House that Dripped Blood

When I originally entered this into my “movies to see” list, a typo had it listed as “The House that Dripped Blook.” Now, I’ve got no idea what blook might be, but with any luck it’s something scarier than clichés, which are the only thing that seem to be dripping around here. Indeed, if you really want to split hairs none of the four vignettes in this classic Hammer horror collection seem to have much to do with the house itself, let alone dripping blood. They’re all set in part in the same country estate somewhere outside London, but large chunks of all four – including key elements of all the dramas – take place outside the house. The place itself seems to be only coincidentally connected to its unfortunate tenants. But that’s okay. Anything for an excuse to tie some otherwise unrelated bits into a movie. If you like Hammer horror, by all means seek this one out. Mildly amusing