Crucible of Terror Full Movie

Neil O 06 Jun 2011

First movie I ever rented . . .May 7, 1982 for my 11th Birthday Sleepover Party . . . IT SUCKS . . . for less than two minutes at the BITTER END of the film you see "the phoniness" on the front cover. One to Avoid: and this is The Master Speaking. Heed my words. -- NO . . .you be your own judge, for Pete's Sake!

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Ed Fucking H 22 Sep 2009

A forgotten British horror film from the early 1970's, the sort you would see on a Grindhouse double-bill. It's a cheap as chips affair, (Hammer-lite is the best way to decribe it), but it's well made and quite intriguing too, plus it has the debut of a Radio 1 presenter who embarked on an all too brief acting career. Set in a remote house on the Cornwall coast, it has sculptor Victor Clare (Mike Raven) having a few people over to discuss the sale of some of his works. They include Jack Davies (James Bolam), Victor's son Michael (Ronald Lacey) and his wife Jane (Beth Morris). While they're staying at the house, people start vanishing suddenly, Michael is a bit of a drunk, and has a row with his wife, then she vanishes one night in the car, and then Michael goes missing too. They start to suspect Victor, who is a reclusive eccentric, who uses a nearby tin-mine to create his sculptures. It's very silly towards the end, but for a low budget film, it's quite effective, the ending lets the side down though, but it does have a good cast in the film.

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Karsh D 03 Dec 2008

Crossing House of Wax with an onryo ghost story probably isn't the most obvious concept for a horror film. And apparently it should remain that way, because Crucible of Terror proves (as if you needed proof) that this oddball idea is best left untapped. The mess of a story spends all of its time either bouncing madly between concepts (the HoW-style serial killer, some underdeveloped Japanese cult, the onryo) or wandering about aimlessly, wasting time as its characters chase each other through a lot of caves and pose for bad paintings. Sadly, if Crucible of Terror had simply chosen to go one way or the other - that is to focus all of its energy on either the sculptor/killer OR the vengeful Japanese banshee/random unexplained cult - it might have been decent. The cinematography is great, with the English moors setting a deliciously gloomy atmosphere, and our, uh, non-ghostly villain, the reclusive, obsessive artist Victor Clare, is a decent enough to carry a movie by himself, sans Japanese folklore. Either way, Crucible of Terror just isn't worth the effort. Pass on this one.

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