Claysaba Excellent, Without a doubt!!

Abbigail Bush what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

Portia Hilton Blistering performances.

Allison Davies The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

Stevieboy666 Jack Palance plays an antique dealer who dabbles with murder & black magic in 1970's London. There's many familiar faces in the cast here. The film starts & ends, predictably, well but sadly the middle part goes a bit flat. The picture quality wasn't great on my DVD but I think they did the best they could with what print was available.

jamesraeburn2003 Antiques dealer, Neal Mottram (Jack Palance), discovers that an African idol, Chuku, which he keeps hidden in his cellar gives him money in return for human sacrifices and he commits a series of grisly murders as a result.A thoroughly terrible British exploitation shocker from producer Herman Cohen - Remember Horrors Of The Black Museum, that film with the booby trapped binoculars? - well, he produced that too. This features a hilariously bad and over the top performance from Jack Palance who not only goes more over the top the more the thin plot winds down but, as one reviewer put it, utters his lines as though he had been tortured for half-an-hour beforehand. The shocks are often unintentionally funny rather than scary like when Palance jumps out of a closet wearing a skull mask and scaring his victim to death. Yes, lame isn't it? Oscar-winning lighting cameraman, Freddie Francis, became typecast and, somewhat reluctantly, as a director of horror films. Nonetheless, alongside Terence Fisher, he was one of the most influential figures of the 1960's British horror wave and he still made some excellent examples of the genre. Sadly, this isn't one of them and his disdain for the production is evident as he simply sets it up and grinds away. By the early 1970's, Francis was repeatedly being offered poor assignments and, after Craze, he went on to direct the disastrous rock horror musical, Son Of Dracula, with Ringo Starr and Harry Nilson. By the mid-seventies he had given up directing and returned to being a lighting cameraman with distinguished results. Even an excellent cast including Trevor Howard, Diana Dors, Edith Evans and Kathleen Byron are at a loss here.

BaronBl00d Well, well, well. Craze. I am assuming a GOOD print does not exist. Caught this on Amazon Prime(I also know I have a copy of it somewhere on VHS). It is indeed grainy. The lighting is of a poor quality, and the sound is abysmal. Real abysmal. I had it turned WAY up and still had trouble understanding all the lines. I guess this was shot with a very small budget indeed which is somehow inexplicable when you take the talents involved in total. We have producer Herman Cohen - essentially his last full producer film. Very able Hammer/Amicus director Freddie Francis is aboard to direct - but not with his usual flair for cinematographic vistas. Remember grainy, bad sound, etc... The acting department has Jack Palance in the lead role as an antiques dealer by day/night-time cult worshiper who prays to an idol called Chuku and which looks like a few prop guys put it together with a very small budget and with the aid of alcohol. A very superior supporting cast with the likes of Michael Jayston(Nicholas in Nicholas and Alexandra), cameos by Trevor Howard and Hugh Griffith, and three beauties with Suzy Kendall(To Sir with Love), drop-dead(no pun intended) Julie Ege, and bountiful, curvy, still lovely, in my opinion, Diana Dors as victims present. AND a brief cameo by Dame Edith Evans as well. Well, this brings this picture up a few notches though it truly is not very good. Palance wildly over-acts(OK, I know no one is surprised with that). But the film is workmanlike if nothing else and oddly held my attention. Of course with Diana Dors and Julie Ege in the film, the cards were STACKED in its favor. Craze is not a horrible film at all, just not a good one. It made me laugh quite often which I know was most assuredly not its intent. Notwithstanding all that, I would give it a peek just for its bizarreness.

w00f Slowly limping along, this movie is best used as a tranquilizer. The African god Chuku, fervently worshiped by a scene-chewing Jack Palance, apparently talks his victims to death. Some people get killed while Palance smokes cigars. The plot doesn't just have holes, it tears at the very fabric of space and time until "Craze" finally comes to an entirely predictable end. If you can keep from nodding off while watching this, you're a more determined viewer than I.I saw this on "Shilling Shockers" with host Penny Dreadful. If you find yourself with insomnia then watch this movie and you will sleep. If it doesn't work for you... consult your physician.