Dementia 13 (1963)

 "Drink's the only road to survival in this climate."

No, I have no idea what the title means either. This is, however, a delightful little gem from a young, creative Francis Ford Coppola. With very little budget, he relies on directorial flair, plus the fact that monochrome hides all sorts of budgetary sins, to produce a rather special little film.

Spoilers. Be warned.

The misdirection is nicely done: we think we're watching a ghost story, but it turns out we're watching an early slasher movie-cum-whodunit. The script plays very nicely indeed with genre tropes: Patrick Magee has a wonderful scene towards the end where he tries to persuade the just-married Kane that yes, his mannerisms are very sinister, but he's actually the red herring, honest. And, of course, it is he who eventually saves her from the killer.

The location is nicely evocative: an old castle in Dev's Republic of Ireland where an aristocratric family struggle in adapting their gothic values to this new world where all of the late Lord Halloran's sons are now devoid of titles and thoroughly Americanised.

Visually and conceptually, the whole thing is superb- the scene where Louise finds the creepy dolls; her death by the pond; the dark humour of the opening scene as Louise's dying husband gloats that his fatal heart attack means she will inherit nothing. Coppola will go on to direct more serious films, but this is a B movie done with real class.