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House That Vanished, The (1974)
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Movie Review by The Undertaker
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04.10.02
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Aside from Hammer and Amicus films, I have found most British films to be slow and boring. Thankfully, this one was cool despite the slow spots. A lot of very nice looking nude ladies helped in that department I might add. A woman out with her companion finds herself at an old house and her boy is up to no good. The two get surprised by the owner and have to hide inside. While hiding, they witness a fairly graphic murder, though unable to see the identity of the killer. The chick hauls ass and leaves her friend behind, he's never seen again. After returning home, she can't quite seem to remember where the house was and nobody really believes her story. From then on, she finds herself paranoid and wondering when and if she'll be stalked by the killer. A weird stranger moves in below her and it seems he may be the man of her nightmares. In a strange and very related sub-plot, she begins dating a shy young man who is having an incestuous relationship with his aunt. She ain't bad looking but geez, it's like comparing a pair of ripe grapefruits with a pair of socks stuffed with two golf balls going from the girl to the aunt. There is definitely something wrong here kids. The happy couple leaves for the weekend to stay at the shy guy's country home. Yep, you can guess the rest, right? A nice little movie with some intelligence that includes nice tits, incest, and a sharp razor that will keep you guessing until almost the end. It's ok for an evening's view and fun to make fun of folks with limey accents.
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Rating: 0.0 out of 10.0 - 0 votes cast total
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