I received my Paul Naschy
book today in the post and with an idle hour and half to kill, I grabbed a screening of
Horror Rises from the Tomb to celebrate. This Naschy vehicle from 1972 is undeniably clunky, leisurely paced and the wayward plot throws in everything from bloodthirsty vampies, bug-eyed zombies to magical amulates, but the film is best watched as a mood piece for a dark wintry night, and seasoned Euro-Cult fans will be well served by the perilous dubbing, rioutous fashions, butcher shop gore, beautiful Spanish actresses frequently without their clothes and Paul Naschy hamming it up as a severed head. Director Carlos Aured manages some effective tricks on the cheap, and cheerfully kills off most of his cast... How can you lose ?
