Not the carnal zombie opus the fab cover art implies, this is instead an eerie, morbid ghost story courtesy of everyone's favorite genius/hack, Jess Franco. It starts out rationally enough with doe-eyed Christina Von Blanc returning to her ancestral estate for the reading of her dearly departed father's will. Her stepmother is also at death's door, leaving Christina to be immersed in the weird comings and goings of her odd relatives (Franco regulars Howard Vernon and Britt Nichols are among them, along with the director himself billed under a different name). I actually took to the vague narrative and dreamlike pacing, though the title tips its hat in revealing the ending. As for characterization, it's largely par for the corpse in terms of Franco's other films. Succubus comes to mind in having the most similar tone and pace. Everyone's basically crazy and spouts strange philosophical dialogue that's either terribly profound or incredibly pointless. The best bits have Christina's father-- complete with noose around his neck-- floating in and out of the proceedings telling his daughter to hoof it. There's even a dark, mysterious woman (read: Death) with great eyelashes who appears out of nowhere and an ending featuring a pond full of water lilies that's beautiful in its simplicity. File this closer to Lisa & The Devil than your section of Italian zombie films.