I am pretty convinced that every time someone watches Tom Atkins on screen admitting that he's a little weird, thus landing him in bed with young Jamie Lee Curtis, the Universe gets momentarily re-aligned with it's chakras or whatever, and for a brief moment, humanity's dignity is restored.
If there's a hell, it's crowded with these happy little villagers with their bavarian costumes singing Faroli Farolo for all eternity.
Although not very polite, Lon Chaney Jr. was right to give them shit.
This said, let's give a warm round of applause for those opening credits, those castle interiors, those nice miniatures, and once again,
that awesome mad-scientist electrical lab equipment that had me cheering alone at home in my underwear.