Apart from the screamtrack, the only other things screaming in this charmless horror thriller, which strips the original Broadway play of its comedy, are the cheaply and unimaginatively dressed sets, the dreary dialogue, the plodding plot and the sleepwalking actors, all of them screaming, 'No-one cares," about the story of a The Avengers tv-style masked serial killer The Bat who pays visits to Agnes Moorhead's crime writer's southern mansion, momentarily upsetting the women inside before they seemingly forget and get back on with their leaden conversations.
★★☆☆☆
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