"My World Dies Screaming" has - apart from a cool title - an interesting plot and starts out compellingly. Alas, but like sadly too often the case with 50s low-budget horror, it rapidly becomes tedious and overly talkative. Lovely Sheila Wayne lives in Switzerland where she follows therapy sessions for a recurring nightmare she suffers from, in which she walks into a creepy and ominous old house. After her last session, her husband Philip takes her back to the US, to Florida, where he leased a quiet house for the two of them. And guess what house that is?
Largely thanks to the great William Castle, the late 50s was the period when directors/producers stuffed their cheap horror movies with silly gimmicks and visual tricks. This film's claim to fame is the so-called "Psycho-Rama" and fires off bizarre subliminal images during the sequences depicting Sheila's nightmare. Neat for about five seconds, but after that I couldn't even be bothered to try and pause the screen at the exact right moment.
Largely thanks to the great William Castle, the late 50s was the period when directors/producers stuffed their cheap horror movies with silly gimmicks and visual tricks. This film's claim to fame is the so-called "Psycho-Rama" and fires off bizarre subliminal images during the sequences depicting Sheila's nightmare. Neat for about five seconds, but after that I couldn't even be bothered to try and pause the screen at the exact right moment.