"One would have to be pretty desperate to sail into that port". Good god, Craze's script had such a dirty mouth, as well as the usual homosexual misogyny and abusive older man-younger man relationships that you'd expect from a Herman Cohen production. That 'sail into port' line must be the biggest put down of Diana Dors outside of a David Sullivan/Sunday Sport hit piece.
Craze resembles a low budget, less grandiose version of Burton's Bluebeard, the main attraction here being an over the top, scenery chewing performance from its male lead with the added spectacle of various female star names being brought on and then snuffed out.
Herman Cohen's usual Mr Angry, Michael Gough, wasn't available for this one but a shouty, berserk Jack Palance is more than capable of filling Gough's shoes, even roughing up his co-star Julie Ege onscreen so much that supposedly she ended up bleeding from one of her breasts ("as many times as he invited me out for a drink, I always gracefully declined. That man gave me an errie feeling" Ege later claimed of Palance.)
Craze resembles a low budget, less grandiose version of Burton's Bluebeard, the main attraction here being an over the top, scenery chewing performance from its male lead with the added spectacle of various female star names being brought on and then snuffed out.
Herman Cohen's usual Mr Angry, Michael Gough, wasn't available for this one but a shouty, berserk Jack Palance is more than capable of filling Gough's shoes, even roughing up his co-star Julie Ege onscreen so much that supposedly she ended up bleeding from one of her breasts ("as many times as he invited me out for a drink, I always gracefully declined. That man gave me an errie feeling" Ege later claimed of Palance.)