This has to be a strong contender for the worst film ever made despite the talent on display, in fact had the raspberries been invented back then this would have competed in every department - writing, directing, acting. On the strength of this film alone director Leslie Arliss makes Ed Wood look competent. It's interesting to take a look at what the cast were up to around the same time; in that same year, 1942, James Mason appeared in Hatter's Castle in which Bobby Newton gave a tour de force performance in the lead, and Wilfred Lawson - a memorable Doolittle in Pygmalion four years earlier, played the eponymous Handel in The Great Mr. Handel (it seems no one thought it odd to celebrate a German composer in the middle of the second World War). That is immaterial in this ripe peace of cheese in which Lawson and Mary Clare are committed to convincing James Mason he's mad in a sort of Gaslight on a low flame. See it, buy it even, on the basis that it's so bad it's good.
Review of Terror House
