The only thing to recommend this film is the mugging of Bela Lugosi in his only color feature. Running around with a cape and that mysterious smile, he brings about the death by fright of a young woman, who, is dead at the start of the film and tells the story from a table in the morgue. The story she tells is of a bunch of boobs hanging around a house. Weird events keep taking place, and no one in the audience could care less about any of their needs. It goes on forever with no resolution in sight. People come and go from hidden doorways. Appear and reappear, but we don't know why. A mysterious green face appears at times. We don't know why. The mask being used is put in various places to startle us. But it doesn't. It's as if the script were made up as it was being shot. Only watch it to see Lugosi's face. He deserved more.
Review of Scared to Death
