I saw this on its theatrical run in 1958, when I was eleven. Everyone was suckered into the theatre by that incredibly successful advertising campaign and the newspaper ad featuring a grinning skull and the "life insurance policy."
Everyone remarks on the opening of the coffin scene, but I barely remember it. What scared the bejesus out of me was the body they found in the storage garage.
I've only seen the movie once more since 1958, on late night tv. In retrospect, it's pretty silly and lame but, hey, that's William Castle. He did get better with House on Haunted Hill and The Tingler. And he laughed all the way to the bank.
Thanx, Mr. Castle, wherever you are.
To God There Is No Zero. I Still Exist.
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