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There's SO much wrong with this movie, I barely know where to start first. Oh no wait, I do know! With the ending, seeing there isn't really one! The plot introduces many characters that each have their own odd personalities, there's loads of sexual tension & intrigue between them all, a mad scientist with blood vengeance on his mind and everything taking place in a castle with a sinister history. All these great ideas and Gothic-trademarks and then, suddenly, it goes terribly wrong and the film ends in a minor key. It feels like whatever tight budget Adrian Hoven was working with all of sudden ran out completely and, as a result of this, they just quit in the middle of shooting. Howard Vernon – a Jess Franco regular – plays yet another mentally messed up Baron slash doctor slash castle owner. Some centuries ago, one of his ancestors lost his beautiful daughter because she was raped and abused by savage men in the woods. History seems to repeat itself, as Graf Saxon's own daughter also falls victim to an assault. He and his loyal servants want to resurrect the dead daughter but they'll need essential body parts from living beings. Lucky for them, a drunken bunch of flamboyant party animals stumbles into the castle and onto the operation table. "Castle of the Creeping Flesh" is a very bizarre film for more than just one reason. I've been using the term "gothic" already, but I'm not entirely sure if it fully counts as goth-horror! During with era are the events even supposed to take place? The characters attend fancy high society parties, yet they ride horses instead of cars. And Howard Vernon lives isolated in a creepy castle, yet he's perfectly able to perform a complex open-heart surgery? And yet, underneath all the confusion, implausible story lines and downright horrible dubbing jobs, there is an interesting and obscure exploitation effort to discover. We have gorgeous euro-babes stripping their clothes off, an occasionally macabre ambiance and some really graphic gore moments. Howard Vernon is terrible but fun to observe as always and Michel Lemoine is genuinely scary with his horrifying eyes. It's really too bad about that crap ending, otherwise I could recommend it even more.

The sleaze-loving Austrian director Adrian Hoven is probably best remembered for writing, producing and co-directing the notorious Exploitation gem "Hexen Bis Aufs Blut Gequält" aka. "Mark of the Devil" (1970) and its vastly inferior sequel "Hexen Geschändet Und Zu Tode Gequält" ("Mark of the Devil 2", 1973). This earlier Gothic Horror/Exploitation effort, "Im Schloss Der Blutigen Begierde" (aka. "Castle of Bloody Lust"/"Castle of the Creeping Flesh") does not share the notoriety of Hoven's Hexploitation films, but is enjoyable in a very different way. "Im Schloss Der Blutigen Begierde" must be one of the cheesiest, inept and unintentionally funny Trash-Horror films I have ever seen, and I am a very regular consumer of low-budget cult flicks.

This very bizarre little flick starts at an orgiastic party hosted by the arrogant and malicious Baron Brack (Michel Lemoine). After taking a ride, fate then leads the Baron, as well as five of his guests including the sexy sisters Vera (Janine Reynaud) and Elena Lagarange (Elvira Berndorff) to the castle of the very sinister Count Saxon (cult-star Howard Vernon)...

The film, which has an utterly confused and incomplete storyline, features some of the most inept and hilarious lines of dialogue. Howard Vernon's character, for example, shows guests around his castle and tells stories about his ancestry, only to proclaim thereafter that his beloved daughter "died half an hour ago". Other than Howard Vernon all acting performances are hilariously inept. Howard Vernon was a great cult-actor, who blessed many of the films (great and awful alike) of Spanish Exploitation deity Jess Franco; he had a great, incredibly sinister screen-presence. However, in this film he is hardly given anything to do but grimace and talk nonsense. Michel Lemoine has very weird eyes, but his performance is abysmal, as are all the others. Janine Reynaud (known for Jess Franco's earlier works) and Elvira Berndorff are very nice to look at, however, and they regularly have their breasts exposed. The cast also includes Vladimir Medar, who is best known in German-speaking countries for participating in many of the cheesy Karl May-adaptations.

The film has somewhat of a pioneer-quality, as it is very sleazy and very gory for a pre-1970 film. We see breasts in every other scene, there are orgies and rapes, and some very graphic gore during surgery. On the side, the film features one of the most popular 60s Eurohorror themes, the 'mad scientist kills women in order to restore the life of one woman' story, which had formerly been the topic of such masterpieces as Georges Franju's "Les Yeux Sans Visage" ("Eyes Without a Face", 1960), Giorgio Ferroni's "Il Mulino Dalle Donne Di Pietro" ("Mill of the Stone Women", 1960) or Jess Franco's "Gritos En La Noche" ("The Awful Dr. Orloff", 1962). Vernon's role here has some similarities to that of the eponymous Dr. Orloff in Franco's film, only that Franco's film was great, and this one is a hilariously inept mess. The setting and photography are actually quite nice, but the inept dialogue and ridiculous story destroy any chance of a creepy atmosphere or genuine scares. It gets somewhat eerie towards the end, but by then the foregoing ridiculousness is dominating the film's mood. The only comparable film I can think of is Massimo Pupillo's "Il Boia Scarlatto" ("The Crimson Executioner", 1965), which offered an equal amount of unintentional hilarity.

Overall, "Im Schloss Der Blutigen Begierde" may be the most inept European Gothic Horror film I have ever seen, but it also is highly entertaining. Along with the Italian Giallo, European Gothic Horror films are probably the most stylish, elegant and fascinating sub-genre Horror has ever brought forth, and there are plenty of masterpieces to see in the field, especially films from Italy (e. g. everything by Mario Bava, Antonio Margheriti, Riccardo Freda, etc.). If you want to see a good (but disturbing) film by Adrian Hoven, check out "Mark of the Devil". "Im Schloss Der Blutigen Begierde" is undeniably total crap. However, it's inept charm is irresistible for Cult-Horror fans with a sense of humor. This film is unintentionally hilarious from start to finish; it may be an awful excuse for a film, but I cannot remember when I was more entertained.

I'm giving this flick five stars instead of the mere two or three the writing and acting deserve due to the gorgeously Northern European gothic setting and fairy tale like elements.

I felt The Castle of the Creeping Flesh had a lot of potential in the first 15-20 minutes then it turned into some weird role playing game of rich people who hadn't got the memo two or three centuries had passed, with the sort of creepy mannequin displays used much more effectively in films like The House of Wax (1953) or Tourist Trap (1979).

The execution of this skeezey sleaze fest is lacking to say the very very least. The brunette who keeps pursing her lips into an "oooh" face over and over would be considered a bad actress in a porno, let alone a movie that's actually supposed to be watched in its entirety.

Several upscale partyers in modern Saxony are forced to stay overnight at a creepy castle. Good thing for the reclusive Earl (Howard Vernon) because he desperately desires to resurrect his recently dead daughter.

A West German production, "Castle of the Creeping Flesh" (1968), originally named "In the Castle of Bloody Lust" (translated), is castle horror by the director of the infamous "Mark of the Devil," which debuted two years later. It came in the tradition of earlier flicks like "The Terror" and "Bloody Pit of Horror"; these would influence future ones like "Devil's Nightmare," "Baron Blood," "Howling V: The Rebirth" and "Subspecies." The best thing about all of them is the spooky castle ambiance, but this is easily the worst of the lot and could be classified as Eurotrash, literally.

The entire first act is compelling enough while the second act borrows bits from the Gothic horror of Dracula and Frankenstein. However, once the protagonists of questionable character are staying overnight at the castle, the story bogs down with witless close-up footage of open-heart surgery and tedious ambiguity, not to mention a lousy fake bear sequence. Even "The Devil's Wedding Night" seems coherent by comparison.

Janine Reynaud (Vera) and Elvira Berndorff (Elena) are attractive enough and, for those interested, shown semi-nude, but they lack the essentials to cull much interest; for me anyway. Meanwhile Michel Lemoine (Baron Brack) has interesting crazy eyes and the horseback riding in the heart of Europe is nice, but that's about the extent of the highlights. As low-budget and quickly-made as Roger Corman's "The Terror" was, it's a masterpiece of cinematic art by comparison. Even "And Now the Screaming Starts" is superior (which, admittedly, has a good second half, the opposite of this one).

The movie runs 1 hour, 24 minutes, was shot in northeast Austria at Burg Kreuzenstein (the castle), Leobendorf, Lower Austria, Austria, and nearby Oberrohrbach, Korneuburg.

GRADE: C-

A movie with fair acting abilities and yet keeps your attention. This film was labeled 'Castle of the Creeping Flesh' in some countries. While watching the film, one can expect to see things such as zombies but instead this has a new twist on horror. It contains mystery as well as a vengeful statement. With a taste of Frankenstein, this film also shows characters who show little or no change of attitudes at all. Considering this film was made in the mid to late 1960's, the special effects is weak. The storyline has an excellent twist. Things that can keep you interested is the rape scenes and the characters that have been hurt in the movie. When you think you see a flaw in the movie, be careful, it could have been intentional. For example, a young and beautiful lady gets a cut across the forehead from hitting a tree branch while riding a horse. Hours later, the cut is completely gone and the lady is back to being full of life and still beautiful as ever. Paying attention to details like this will help understand the movie as this was intentional and if you want to know how it happened, all I can say is watch the movie.

This is almost a typical castle Gothic, distinguished by an extraordinarily beautiful handful of locations and actresses, weak filmmaking from a terrible script, and a distressing, lascivious fascination with rape imagery, which, I guess, was a couple of years ahead of its time. It also features extensive real open-heart surgery (intercut with a sex scene, no less!), which is probably the most interesting thing about an otherwise dull and unrewarding picture. Unless you're heavy into this subgenre, don't bother.

Totally incoherent and horribly slow with unrelated close-up surgical footage literally thrown in without context. Howard Vernon's butler is the always interesting Vladimir Medar from one of my favorite Euro-horrors, Harald Reinl's Die Schlangengrube und das Pendel aka Torture Chamber of Dr. Sadism and most of the Karl May Winnetou/Old Shatterhand epics. The location, a real castle as in many Euro flicks, is wasted. The two leads, husband and wife Michael Lemoine and Janine Reynaud are always professional in their films but the script flops badly and leaves them adrift. Reynaud's upper-class, haughty, immobile look (she was a model also) adds some beauty and style to this junk as she did to her sleazy Franco films. I always admired her looks and on-screen personality.

Watched this film recently, it may have been controversial stuff in the 1960's but seems a bit tame by todays standards. The infamous rape scenes were well shot and although not the most pleasant subject, suited the storyline well and did not prove cringe-worthy or upsetting. There may well have been one or two continuity errors but these did not detract from the story for me. This has been described as a shocking film, all I can say is I must have been watching a cut version then. The gore content is pretty much a lot less than most horror films, the nudity displayed seems tame by todays standards and although I would not let children watch it, as adult late night fare it was an enjoyable horror film and not as bad as I was led to believe. Dated by todays standards but watchable if you enjoy traditional horror films of this era.

After watching a movie as thoroughly bewildering as German gothic horror Castle of the Creeping Flesh, I log onto IMDb to see if any of the reviews (all seven of them in this case) are able to satisfactorily sum up what I have seen; I can't say that anyone has successfully hit the nail on the head with this film (and I'm not about to change that).

Directed by Adrian Hoven (Mark of the Devil), the film is like some kind of fever dream: disjointed, occasionally trippy, with stilted dialogue, moments of eroticism, gore and outright craziness. The muddled plot involves an aristocrat, the Earl of Saxon (played by Euro-horror regular Howard Vernon), who is attempting to bring his daughter back to life, the poor girl having been raped and killed. A group of revellers arrive at the Earl's castle and stay the night, after which I became totally lost, suffice to say that the film attempts to compensate for the fact that it makes little sense by chucking in lots of female nudity and quite a few scenes of real open heart surgery (all of which comes as quite a surprise for a film made in 1968). There's also a savage attack by a wild bear (played by a man in an unconvincing bear costume).

Imagine a Mario Bava gothic horror as directed by Jess Franco on an off day, and you won't even come close to appreciating what an inept mess of a movie this is.

At one of those annoying beatnik parties that probably never happened in real life, a lecherous man called Baron Brack invites a lady and her friends back to his place in the country via a vigorous horse ride. This is just a ruse however to separate this lady from her mates and rape her, which of course the Baron blames on her. "You shouldn't have tempted me!" I hear Harvey Weinstein is going to use that one at his upcoming court case.

The ladies friends all arrive but shortly afterwards she does a runner towards an old castle where the gothic action starts off right away. Here lives Graf Saxon, an old scientist whose daughter has just been found raped and murdered, and now he's got a bunch of beatniks stinking up the place. These beatniks are all into dressing up in period costumes and carrying on their annoying ways during a dinner party, but when another one of their friends shows up, things are thrown into turmoil. Let's start a new paragraph so we can analyse this Gothic horror 'trope'.

It seems this new girl is the spitting image of Katerina, Graf's daughter. That's just standard practise in Gothic horror. People don't even grieve that much in these films as they know it's only a matter of time before someone is reincarnated as their departed or some doppelganger walks through the door complaining that their car broke down. Graf gets all excited and starts his evil plan right away to replace his daughter's heart with this dead ringer.

While that's happening there's also some sort of time slip/flashback/dream involving a previous rape committed thirty years previous which somehow this Graf fellow feels the need to reproduce using dummies in a room (why?). We then get to see our beatniks as previous versions of themselves, some as rapists, some as victims, some as butt-ugly witnesses. It's all a bit disjointed.

There is a random bear attack that was pretty good in its crapness. The whole thing I guess revolves around old rapey McGhee and the reincarnation of Katerina, but even then the strange meandering plot, high nudity levels (no thanks Janine Reynaurd!) and terrible acting make it watchable for all the wrong reasons.

Yes it's true there is no creeping flesh in this movie and not that much flesh really either.

I watched the restored and uncut version released by Severin and it's mostly a lot of talk, terrible acting and terrible dubbing and music. There is a lot of eye rolling, the lead villain is especially terrible.

Howard Vernon looks younger than I'm used to seeing him, but the voice they use to dub him sounds like it's from some giant of a man it's pitched so low.

There is little style to the direction, save one flashback scene to a rape scene, but there isn't much sleaze to be enjoyed here unless you like lots of shots of real heart surgery--interestingly enough the director had a bad heart, perhaps that's why he found this footage so interesting as it goes on and on.

The movie to goes on and on, lots of sitting around a big table eating and talking then walking around the castle and talking, it's really quite dull and protracted. Every scene just goes on and on to try to make the film longer.

Nudity is brief, there are two rape scenes that aren't very convinging, the plot doesn't make much sense which wouldn't matter if there were suspenseful set pieces. The real castle they shot at gives a bit of production value but they don't do much with it.

I'd say skip this one, don't be fooled by the title as that's not what the movie is about. I should mention there is a beat attack, a pretty shoddy bear attack and bear suit but at least something threatening happens.

Poorly made and dull dull dull.