Film

House of 1,000 Dolls

Name: House of 1,000 Dolls
Genre: Crime, Drama, Mystery
Released: 1967
Cast: Vincent Price, Martha Hyer, George Nader, Ann Smyrner, Wolfgang Kieling

Crime

A 1967 thriller about white slavery in Tangiers, with Vincent Price presiding over a sinister operation. It's a lurid B-movie with genuine menace underneath the exploitation—stylish, uncomfortable, and more interested in atmosphere than logic. For those drawn to vintage crime pulp with a European setting and a willingness to sit with its moral murk.

TMDb rating

2.7

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