Boy, do I remember that piece of merde!!

(And yeah, I have it somewhere in the Vitelli Archives.)

What can you say about a bottom-of-the-barrel pile of drek that marked the cinematic swan-songs of both J. Carrol Naish and Lon Chaney Jr.?

They took some no-talent hairdresser named Roger Engel, gave him some dime-store Halloween Dracula fangs and the name "Zandor Vorkov" (courtesy of Forrest J Ackerman) and then tried to pass him off as an actor?! Gimme a break!

I think films like this one are only "worthwhile" once you're on your second (or third) six-pack.

But I have a feeling I'm preaching to the choir! ;\)

Signor V.

"For me, there's only my wife..."

"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"

"It was a grass harp... And we listened."

"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"

"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."