6.1/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. A Mad House remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Look, if you are the kind of person who needs a tight script or, like, an actual plot that makes sense, stay away. This one is for the late-night crowd who just wants to see some weird practical effects and a house that looks like a bad day at the anatomy lab. If you enjoyed the dusty corners of The Ghost Girl, you might find something here that tickles your brain.
The whole setup is pretty straightforward. Girl gets nabbed, doctor is a total creep, skeletons are everywhere. It’s barely a movie, honestly—more like a haunted house ride that broke down in the middle of a hallway.
Probably not. But the way the doctor interacts with them is just bizarre. There’s this one moment where he’s just casually adjusting a skull like he’s tidying up a messy bookshelf, and it’s genuinely unsettling. 💀
It’s not trying to be Treasure Island or anything grounded in reality. It’s just pure, unfiltered weirdness. The pacing is a total disaster, but in a way that feels intentional, like the director just kept adding more skeletons until he ran out of shelf space.
Sometimes the camera just lingers on a pile of ribs for no reason at all. It’s hilarious. You can tell the production budget was basically pocket change and a few trips to a costume shop, but there’s a certain charm to it. It’s not as polished as Jazz Mad, but it’s got a personality all its own.
I don’t think I’d recommend this to my grandma, but if you’ve got ten minutes and a curiosity for the strange side of cinema history, go for it. Just don’t expect to come out of it feeling like you learned anything about the human condition. You’ll just know way more about how to pose a skeleton than you ever wanted to. 🦴