Sir James Forbes: «Someone in this village is practicing witchcraft. That corpse wandering on the moors is an undead, a zombie.»

This being made two years before Romero's Night of the Living Dead, it of course deals with the Voodoo kind of zombies. A Cornish Squire, after having spent several years abroad and more specifically in Haiti, returns home with a devilish ploy. On the outside he's a respectable and quite sought after rich bachelor, a cornerstone of the society, however behind closed doors...

There are good things here. I loved the zombies, they are classic green-grayish and rises from their graves. I have no beef with the actor's performances either. But the plot! The plot is so immensely silly that the film's eventual greatness completely fails with me. What are the good [sic] squire's motivations? All that fuzz just to get the tin mine operational again? Talk about evil corporations. And of course, Cornwall wasn't above the Polar circle last time I checked, it gets dark there at nights. Not here, no. And some other things that put me off a bit.

I don't mean (I think) to sound as negative as I probably do. It was entertaining in parts. But like I said, the silliness of the plot is almost unequaled.