This has one of my all time favourite horror stories in the third segment with Stuart Whitman; it haunted me for years and 30+ years on i still think of that misty village in the woods in sheer terror at least every year since.

It was truly a masterpiece of horror that cannot even be matched today by anything I have seen. The atmosphere of sheer dread and terror it created lives with me today and perhaps that was because I was a teenager but I still remember the ending with the police actors from Space 1999 turning around with the teeth and returning to the village it was a superlative ending much as was the trend in those days what with things like Roald Dahl's Tales Of The Unexpected....Ahhhh they don't make em like they used to!

The Monster Club is not a great or flawless movie, but it is decent and fun which is more than you can ask for really. The look of the monsters is awful, much of the dialogue is cheesy and too much in a painful sense and while there are a couple of snappy songs too many of them are forgettable and play too much like filler. However, I didn't find that much wrong with the camera work and editing, not award-worthy but not distractingly awful. And generally the stories are good. The second is the weakest of the three, Donald Pleasance and Britt Ekland are fun to watch and there is a little bit of clever dark humour but much of it is very familiar and in a overly-silly and non-scary/suspenseful sort of way. The first story is entertaining and perhaps the best paced of the three, and the acting is good, but the best story is the third, while the ending is abrupt-though also nicely ironic- it is the most atmospheric and has an element of creepiness. And of course John Carradine and Vincent Price(his first and only time as a vampire) are a pleasure to see individually and together. The scene with Price dancing has to be seen to be believed. In conclusion, a fun movie if very flawed. 7/10 Bethany Cox

Vampire Eramus (delightfully played with consummate urbane aplomb by Vincent Price) shares three tales of terror with noted writer R. Chetwynd-Hayes (an aged, but still viable John Carradine) in a club full of all kinds of fiends, beasts, and otherworldly beings.

First yarn - Two opportunistic swindlers decide to take cruel advantage of an eccentric wealthy recluse. Simon Ward and Barbara Kellerman are excellent as the con artists while James Laurenson shines as a fragile, lonely, and decidedly sympathetic "monster." Second anecdote - A little boy discovers that his dad (Richard Johnson, who's fine as usual) is really a vampire. This segment is a tad slight, but still amusing, with Donald Pleasence in top form as overzealous vampire hunter Pickering and Britt Ekland making a pleasant impression as the lad's mother. Third and best vignette - Grumpy film director Sam (a sturdy performance by Stuart Whitman) visits a remote village with a dark secret. This is by far the most grim and hence strongest tale, with sterling support from Lesley Dunlop as the sweet Luna, a terrific cameo by Patrick Magee as a sinister innkeeper, and ubiquitous British bit player Fred Wood in one of his trademark angry villager roles.

Director Roy Ward Baker ably crafts a positively infectious feeling of good-natured ghoulish fun, maintains a constant snappy pace throughout, and provides a handy helping of wickedly funny black humor for good measure. This movie is further enlivened by several right-on groovy rock'n'roll songs that are performed live in the club, with the saucy number "The Stripper" rating as a definite rousing highlight. An on the money omnibus outing.