New review: Devil Doll
Evil-looking hypnotists! Creepier-looking dummies! Beautiful-and-up-for-anything heiresses! Seedy journalists in tweed jackets with a permanent fag hanging out of their mouth! Slightly sad women in Vegas-style showtime outfits! Devil Doll, you had me at all this, and you kept on giving. Yes, it’s another one to add to the “where have you been all my life?” pile of nutty, forgotten, British horror films.
Is it a rip-off of Dead Of Night, taking one segment of that peerless film and extending it across a feature-length running time? Sort of, and not really. We have a Hugo involved, and (funnily enough) a Sylvester (William), but I’d say I’m not really spoiling it to suggest that from pretty much the word go, there’s very little ambiguity here – that doll has a life of its own and we all want to know why…
And in other observations, I wonder if Amy Winehouse ever saw Yvonne Romain in Devil Doll? Because the look Yvonne rocks at the charity party back in 1964 looks very familiar…
Edit:
It would help if I added a link to the review, wouldn’t it?
