First film of a fairly thin season at this year's Cambridge Film Festival, and part of the Karloff strand. Based on a JB Priestley novel, this film opens with a Producer's Note stating that yes, this is the same Karloff as did Frankenstein. Since his first appearance might make you think you were watching Lon Chaney in The Wolf-Man, this may not be too out of place.
The film has not aged well over the last 75 years, even when factoring in being an early example of disparate travellers forced to shelter in a house occupied by the somewhat strange; or when allowing for the various impositions of the time. Continuity editing has come a long way in the interim, the lack of which is where the film grated.
A serious slice of ham and cheese to start off with.