Review – Madhouse

Alas, poor Vincent Price. Stuck in another crappy horror movie. This time around he's playing a washed-up fright flick star whose career was ruined when he either killed or didn't kill his fiancée. But when he attempts to make a comeback by taking a role akin to the kind he used to play, the low-budget production's body count starts to mount. Have his inner demons returned? Is someone else committing the crimes and framing him for them? Does it really make much of a difference? Mildly amusing