Southern fried hokum that, despite the presence of a few A-list talents, offers up very few thrills. Wealthy Agnes Moorehead rules her family of ne'er-do-wells with an iron fist and taunts them into finding a stash of loot somewhere on their sprawling estate. Mayhem ensues. While Moorehead is quite good and Will Geer and Dennis Patrick offer able support, much of the cast act as if they're appearing in an amateur production of a Tennessee Williams' play. They're not helped by the unimaginative direction of John Farris. There are no scares, only silliness. It's awkwardly made and awkwardly scripted. Most ridiculous: somehow, Moorehead has the dumb-luck of hiring a recently paroled ax-murderess as a caregiver. Michael Ansara, Robert Gentry and Anne Meacham (awful as Moorehead's soused sister) are in it too.
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