Console best movie i've ever seen.

FuzzyTagz If the ambition is to provide two hours of instantly forgettable, popcorn-munching escapism, it succeeds.

StyleSk8r At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

Guillelmina The film's masterful storytelling did its job. The message was clear. No need to overdo.

mark.waltz The legendary Barbara Steele has nothing on Viveca Lindfors in this cheezy horror film from late in the career of Boris Karloff. He is a blind artist who blames wife Lindfors for the loss of his eyesight and his paralysis, claiming that she tried to kill him but failed. But now she's a dutiful wife, aiding him in his sculpting in a way he can't imagine. With an artist's commission about to expire, Lindfors longs for Karloff to finish his job, no matter what the cost. Make no bones about it, the job will be completed, even if the efforts to help are aided through brutal means.Some treacherous looking birds, a gypsy queen that looks like an old drag queen, a mute servant girl abused by her employer for knowing too much and inappropriately placed music add to this film's bizarre structure. The DVD print is certainly a ton better than the blurry, cheaply transferred VHS copy from 25 years ago, but it doesn't make the film any better. Jean Pierre Aumont is top billed but rather wasted. All he does is try to get an interview with Karloff (getting more than he bargained for) and chase girls around to music that might have been a good fit on "Laugh In" but sounds totally strange here. It's all about Lindfors and a bunch of Spanish and Italian speaking beauties in an exotic setting that really get all the attention. Much of the film seriously could have been edited, but then you wouldn't have all the sexy stuff expected in any European film of the 1960's.

BA_Harrison A woman turning into an animated skeleton, a title constructed from bones, credits written in a 'dripping blood' typeface, a cauldron bubbling with dry ice, and a skull lit with garish colours: the schlocky ingredients that make up the opening credits set the tone for this trashy, somewhat psychedelic 70s euro-horror starring an aged Boris Karloff in one of his last screen roles.Karloff plays blind sculptor Franz Badulescu, who creates his masterpieces—3D representations of figures from old masters—using real skeletons as armatures, unaware that the bones come from the unfortunate victims of his wicked wife Tania (Viveca Lindfors) and her murderous lover Pablo. French journalist Claude Marchand (Jean-Pierre Aumont) is in town to interview Badulescu for a magazine; when his girlfriend Valerie stumbles upon the body of Pablo's latest victim and she is abducted, he must rush to her rescue before she too is stripped of her flesh in Tania's acid-filled cauldron.I'm going to go against popular opinion and declare Cauldron of Blood a very enjoyable slice of lurid Euro-nonsense, the cheeze factor so high, and the competence so low that I couldn't fail to have a good time: Lindfors (Aunt Bedelia from Creepshow) makes for a terrific villainess, hamming it up big time. There's a cool, jazzy, brassy score with ridiculously urgent wailing trumpets for the action scenes. Male viewers are treated to some quality eye candy in the form of tasty blonde Elga (Dyanik Zurakowska) and mute housemaid Pilar (Jacqui Speed). The frantic finale is utterly daft yet surprisingly tense, and delivers a nifty bit of gore when Lindfors has her arm plunged into her own acid bath. And for those still left wanting, there's a redundant sub-plot about Claude investing in beach property, plus a few random shots of birds of prey and a big crab for good measure.6.5 out of 10, rounded up to 7 for IMDb.

InjunNose "Cauldron of Blood" (aka "Blind Man's Bluff") is a badly-made crime thriller that wastes poor, ailing Boris Karloff and doesn't really succeed in any other respect, either. Karloff portrays a famous sculptor who was blinded and partially crippled in a car accident years before. Sadly, there wasn't much acting involved in this role; the beloved British actor was seriously ill and it showed. As his snarling wife, Viveca Lindfors steals the show. Unbeknownst to Karloff, who thinks she's merely robbing graves, Lindfors (along with her thuggish lover) is actually murdering young women and giving their skeletons to Karloff, who uses them as armatures for his sculptures. If this doesn't sound like a very frightening or suspenseful premise, that's because it isn't. You're never shocked or scared or inclined to sit on the edge of your seat while watching "Cauldron of Blood", though it might be of some interest if you like watching weird, rude Europeans who begin every other sentence with the words "Between you and me..." As far as I'm concerned, the only intriguing elements of the film were Lindfors' creepy, leering lesbianism (and Nazi bondage nightmares), the animated title sequence, and the picturesque Spanish shooting locations. Even Karloff completists will be asking themselves why they bothered to see this one.

BaronBl00d I guess I am the odd man out here. I rather thought this film - a troubled production that took years to complete and finally hit the screen - was rather entertaining in a sick, undeniably twisted, bad way. Yes, it has some lamentable aspects. Karloff is ancient and it shows. The story has lots of continuity problems(remember it was completed over several years and was not released till a couple years after Karloff's death). It has a very perverse story line about Karloff, a great artist living in Spain, and his demented, tormenting wife, played with zeal by Viveca Lindfors, needing bodies for his sculptures. You see, even though he is blind, he still can sculpt based on armatures based on real remains. Karloff believes his wife is getting them one way, and she is definitely getting them another way. French photographer Jean Pierre Aumont smugs for the camera saying silently, "God, don't I look so charming." He isn't, but he is an adequate leading man if nothing else. The girls in the story, particularly the girl playing Elga and Rosenda Monteros as Valerie are lovely creatures at the very least. And what about Karloff? He is still good and still one of the best things about this film(though my greater inclination is to side with one of the nastiest female portrayals in film I've seen in some time by Ms. Lindfors). Karloff still has a commanding voice and presence, and this film role is much meatier than any of that garbage he did for Mexico at the very end of his life. This movie has much greater continuity and story line than any of those four horror stories of film. Cauldron of Blood is by no means a great film - nor a good film, but I did find it reasonably entertaining and I, for one, was never bored watching it. Really, how can you go wrong with King Karloff, Viveca Lindfors wearing a Nazi-like uniform with riding crop and nylon netting under her eyes having flashbacks of her youth as a pig-tailed blonde no less, a cauldron of acid that burns the flesh off of any carcass, and a fight scene in the dark with a blind man and his hateful wife. As Karloff's character says to his wife, having just accused her of causing him to be blind, "Till death do we part I suppose." Nobody ever said a line like Boris!