The first thing that should be noted about The House That Dripped Blood (1971) is that no blood is dripped. Knowing this will perhaps save disappointment along the way. Or perhaps not. The film came from Amicus Pictures, which was a kind of Hammer wanna-be, but without much in the way of a signature style. They got into the horror business in 1965 with Dr. Terror’s House of Horrors, which, like this one, was an anthology film—a format they seemed fond of, since they made several. The connecting thread here holding the four episodes together is, of course, the titular house that doesn’t actually drip blood. It’s a very slender thread indeed, because the house doesn’t seem to have much to do with the the rather tepid goings on—in fact, some of the mayhem doesn’t take place in said location. The four stories promised, “Vampires! Voodoo! Vixens! Victims!” and I guess it has all three—“vixens” seems a bit of a stretch. Though it stars Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing, it’s worth noting that the two do not appear together, which was a mistake. It’s not a bad little movie, though it feels more like a TV special than theatrical film. The very fact that its horror content is so mild may actually play in its favor, since it imbues the movie with a kind of charm. Also in its favor are the array of trendy Carnaby Street fashions on display. There are enough flamboyant ascots in this picture to warm even the heart of Peter Bogdanovich.
The Hendersonville Film Society will show The House That Dripped Blood Sunday, Oct. 27, at 2 p.m. in the Smoky Mountain Theater at Lake Pointe Landing Retirement Community (behind Epic Cinemas), 333 Thompson St., Hendersonville.