Stevieboy666 Jack Palance plays an antique dealer who dabbles with murder & black magic in 1970's London. There's many familiar faces in the cast here. The film starts & ends, predictably, well but sadly the middle part goes a bit flat. The picture quality wasn't great on my DVD but I think they did the best they could with what print was available.

jamesraeburn2003 Antiques dealer, Neal Mottram (Jack Palance), discovers that an African idol, Chuku, which he keeps hidden in his cellar gives him money in return for human sacrifices and he commits a series of grisly murders as a result.A thoroughly terrible British exploitation shocker from producer Herman Cohen - Remember Horrors Of The Black Museum, that film with the booby trapped binoculars? - well, he produced that too. This features a hilariously bad and over the top performance from Jack Palance who not only goes more over the top the more the thin plot winds down but, as one reviewer put it, utters his lines as though he had been tortured for half-an-hour beforehand. The shocks are often unintentionally funny rather than scary like when Palance jumps out of a closet wearing a skull mask and scaring his victim to death. Yes, lame isn't it? Oscar-winning lighting cameraman, Freddie Francis, became typecast and, somewhat reluctantly, as a director of horror films. Nonetheless, alongside Terence Fisher, he was one of the most influential figures of the 1960's British horror wave and he still made some excellent examples of the genre. Sadly, this isn't one of them and his disdain for the production is evident as he simply sets it up and grinds away. By the early 1970's, Francis was repeatedly being offered poor assignments and, after Craze, he went on to direct the disastrous rock horror musical, Son Of Dracula, with Ringo Starr and Harry Nilson. By the mid-seventies he had given up directing and returned to being a lighting cameraman with distinguished results. Even an excellent cast including Trevor Howard, Diana Dors, Edith Evans and Kathleen Byron are at a loss here.

Jonathon Dabell Jack Palance is in lunatic mode in this lethargic and largely uninteresting chiller from veteran director Freddie Francis. A cinematographer by trade, Francis ended up directing a lot of films down the years – mainly in the horror genre – and some of them were pretty good. Others, however, were terrible… The Deadly Bees and Trog being two of the absolute worst. Craze is more-or-less down there with those other two regrettable misfires, crawling along as it does at a snail-like pace under the weight of a hopeless script (Aben Kandel and Herman Cohen to thank – or rather blame – as the writers here, adapting a novel entitled The Infernal Idol by Henry Seymour). The cast is surprisingly high-calibre, especially for this type of film, but nobody in front of or behind the cameras seems particularly motivated and the end result pretty much reaps what it sows. That is to say, not very much! Struggling, debt-ridden antique shop owner Neal Mottram (Jack Palance) has an unhealthy obsession with black magic and ancient rituals. In the basement of his shop, he owns a rare African idol called Chuku which he believes can bring him good fortune via sacrificial offerings of blood. Thusfar however, Mottrram hasn't actually tested this idea with a human life, just a few drops of blood spilled by thrill-seeking guests who seem oddly happy to cut themselves in front of the statue for Mottram's entertainment. When Mottram accidentally kills a woman by impaling her on the statue, he is amazed the following day at stumbling upon a fortune in gold coins. Quickly realising that Chuku rewards death more handsomely than blood, Mottram sets about picking up women and murdering them, each killing followed by further wealth and power falling into the lap of the demented antique collector. The police suspect that he may be involved in the murders but cannot pin anything onto him as, one by one, Mottram uses an increasingly imaginative series of methods to murder his way to a fortune.The idea itself is OK, albeit a little over-familiar. Alas, Craze never goes anywhere with it. Events slink along boringly and lifelessly, with little sense of suspense in the build-up to the killings nor any real development of character. The victims are cardboard characters, injected into the proceedings merely to be slain a few scenes later. Mottram himself should be at the very least an interesting character – is he tormented or thrilled by his crimes, is he mad or coldly calculating, etc? – but the role goes nowhere. Palance acts with his usual twitchy intensity, but his efforts are generally wasted. Much of the film is shot in impenetrable darkness making it rather hard to see what's going on in a number of key scenes. Apart from a couple of neatly engineered jumps – one involving Mottram leaping out of a wardrobe in a fright-mask and literally scaring his victim to death – the film is one long yawn. It's certainly not the finest hour of anyone involved… one for completists only.

sol1218 (There are Spoilers) Having been into the Black Arts all his adult life London antiques dealer Neal Mottram, Jack Palance, secretly has monthly, when there's a full moon, jam sessions with his coven of witches. These sessions are held in the basement of his antiques shop to bring him as well as his followers financial rewards in what ever business that their in.Worshiping this African Idol named Chuku Mottram has to provide it with monthly human sacrifices to keep his luck going. That resulted in him getting out of debt and becoming independently wealthy with his shop used as a front for his murderous activities.The local police are a bit suspicious of Mottram since he's suspected of being involved in two different murders of women who were known to him and ended up savagely mutilated, and in one case burned to a crisps, and found floating in the Thames River. With Chuku constantly needing new blood to be spilled to satisfy his gluttonous appetite Mottran comes up with a plan to do in his old and rich Aunt Louise, Edith Evens. Mottron orchestrates a night out and sleep in with an old flame of his the chubby and chunky Dolly Newman, Diana Dors, who runs a Bed & Breakfast in town and whom he hasn't seen in over three years.Getting Dolly good and drunk on her favorite brew, Cherry Brandy,Mottran checks out of her place and travels 70 miles to Aunt Louies home. Hiding in the closet Mottran catches her by surprise wearing a Halloween mask scaring the sick old lady to death. For some strange reason Mottran later drives a wooden stake through the dead lady's heart, like she were a vampire, and then drives back to Dolly's. Mottran jumps into bed with her just as she wakes up, from the effects of all the booze she drank, making Dolly think that he spent the entire evening, and a good part of the morning, with her.The police lead by this tough talking and no BS guy Det. Sgt. Wall,Michael Jayston, feel that it was Mottram who murdered Aunt Louise? How could that be! Didn't the coroner determine that Aunt Louise was already dead before the stake, the so-called murder weapon was used to sacrifice, not kill, her by the insane Mottram? With her death being the result of Mottran scaring her to death a fact that the police were totally unaware off!The weak link in Mottram's chain of murders turned out to be his live-in protégée in his antique shop the naive and alcoholic prone Ronnie, Martin Potter. Ronnie when he finds out about his boss' dirty deeds comes apart and starts to hit the bar scene drinking himself almost to the point of passing out. At the the same time Ronnie gets up enough courage to smash to pieces Mottram's evil idol Chuku.Being tailed by the police Ronnie leads them to Mottram's basement where Chuku is and where Mottram just came back after he offered another blood-sacrifice to Chuku, hooker masseuses and part-time dominatrix Sally,Suzy Kendall.Wild final with Mottram going completely berserk as he tries to defend his Idol Chuku from Ronnie's drunken ax attacks. Beating him up and throwing Ronnie head-first through the store window with the police, headed by the rough and ready Det. Wall,coming on the scene to put the cuffs on the now crazed and hysterical Mottram. Mottram didn't go, or give up, willingly and it had to take a full load of lead from Det. Wall's revolver to finally put the homicidal madman down.