This movie doesn't seem as old as it is, could have swore it was made a little later. Sure, it ain't Tobe Hooper's best, but it has its moments and the monster once revealed is hideous. I always liked this thing and really enjoyed seeing it in the theater way back when. This movie always confirms my belief that carnival workers are up to no good and have some sick, twisted little secrets hidden just behind the carnival lights. There's certainly some sick shit going on here. I mean I don't know what was worse, the deformed carney's face or that old whore palm reader that is willing to sell him some ass. Yikes, now that's a damn scary image I'm glad we didn't get to see. Funhouse has a weird little vibe flowing through it and there's some fun in the house. Dean Koontz wrote the original novel and absolutely hated the screenplay and film. Had his name removed from the film credits, so I'm told. Shit, he oughta be proud, seeing some of the stuff his name is on in film credits. Wayne Doba who played the monster was a mime. This plays like a good old-fashioned monster flick once the shit hits the fan. You can do a lot worse than The Funhouse on a cold, winter's night.