BootDigest Such a frustrating disappointment

Sexyloutak Absolutely the worst movie.

Suman Roberson It's a movie as timely as it is provocative and amazingly, for much of its running time, it is weirdly funny.

Zlatica One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

Scott LeBrun "The Hellfire Club" is an amiable swashbuckler. It's not among the best of its genre, but it's quite agreeable. It has a very fine pace, a respectable amount of energy, an appreciably high level of humor, and an extremely engaging cast.The setting is England in the 1770s. Young Jason (Martin Stephens) and his mother (Jean Lodge) flee for their lives, from the tyranny of their cruel father / husband (Andrew Faulds). 15 years later, Jason is now a hunky, strapping adult (Keith Michell) living with a circus troupe. He receives word that his father has died, and decides to return to the family home to reclaim his birthright. But to do so, he will have to battle his sleazy and corrupt cousin Thomas (Peter Arne).The action and the sword fights may indeed not be the slickest that you'll ever see, but they're still entertaining enough to watch. Lavishly photographed in widescreen by Robert S. Baker and Monty Berman (who are also the producers and the directors), it's violent without ever being gory, and its sets and costumes are reasonably appealing. The music score by Clifton Parker is appropriate all the way through. As said before, the sense of humor helps a lot, especially during the sequence where Jason masquerades as a French Marquis (Bernard Hunter); Michell is hysterical in these scenes.There are solid contributions from much of the cast: lovely Adrienne Corri as the grasping but honest Lady Isobel, ever delightful Peter Cushing as the lawyer Mr. Merryweather, David Lodge as Timothy, Miles Malleson as a judge, Francis Matthews as Sir Hugh Manning, and Skip Martin as Joey. Michell is a worthy hero, and Arne is an effectively slimy villain."The Hellfire Club" remains consistently diverting for its entire 93 minute run time.Seven out of 10.

kevin olzak 1961's "The Hellfire Club" is really nothing more than a typical swashbuckler that promises more than it delivers. Co-scripted by Hammer's Jimmy Sangster, Keith Michell stars as Jason Caldwell, rightful heir to the Earl of Netherden, which has been claimed by wicked cousin Thomas (Peter Arne) as his own in Jason's absence. The actual Hellfire Club barely figures in the plot, merely a device carefully avoided by the filmmakers, making Jason's father and cousin Thomas members to justify its inclusion (and the title). In deference to its subject matter, both leading ladies are seen in compromising bathing situations, with Adrienne Corri and Kai Fischer supplying equal parts pulchritude and love interest. It's certainly quite watchable, action aplenty, and bolstered by a good cast, Keith Michell acquitting himself well in his athleticism. Best of all, Peter Cushing guest stars as wily attorney Mr. Merryweather, who agrees to take on Jason's case yet behaves in a rather untrustworthy manner, allowing his client to be convicted of murder and sentenced to hang (he's introduced watching the execution of one of his 'less fortunate clients'). A hint of necessary corruption indeed manifests itself in that first scene, as a dismissive Merryweather suggests a way to obtain the document that would prove Jason's inheritance: "if one was dishonest, which of course one is not, one could steal the letter!" His masterful use of props involve spectacles, snuff, and handy handkerchief, a memorable five minute cameo worth the price of admission.

Jonathon Dabell Historically speaking, the Hellfire Club was the name given to a number of secret sects and societies in the 18th and 19th century. Often the members consisted of aristocrats and politicians. The most notorious Hellfire Club of all – and the one people think of immediately at mention of the name - was run by Francis Dashwood in the mid-18th century. This sect practised devil worshipping, animal sacrifices, sorcery, wife-swapping, orgies and other such infamies. This 1961 movie draws its inspiration from Dashwood's club, but the promise of sensationalism and titillation is quickly ditched in favour of a more wholesome approach. There's little that is gruesome or sexual here; this is a brisk, clean family swashbuckler, totally enjoyable whilst on and totally forgettable once finished.Young aristocratic cousins Jason and Thomas discover their parents are involved in a depraved secret society. Thomas is perversely thrilled by the discovery; Jason utterly horrified by it. Jason is spirited away by his mother and ends up on the continent working as part of a travelling circus troupe. Thomas stays behind in England, and seizes titles, estates and land that rightfully should have belonged to Jason. Many years later, adult Jason (Keith Michell) returns to England to claim his birthright. By now, adult Thomas (Peter Arne) has become a wicked and powerful senior figure who runs a depraved secret society of his own, safe from prosecution because half the lawmen and politicians in the land are already members of his clandestine sect. Jason is persuaded by wily lawyer Merryweather (Peter Cushing) that he will need evidence if he is to depose Thomas and claim back his title. He goes undercover as a stable boy, intending to find and steal documents which will prove his identity. But the quest is fraught with danger, and Jason knows that if Thomas ever learns his true identity he will be killed for sure....In his first leading role, Keith Michell makes a rather attractive hero – smooth, spirited and righteous. Arne as the villain wears his best villainous sneer and generates plenty of boos and hisses. The rest of the cast are essentially there for window dressing, although guest star Cushing creates a memorable characterisation as the cunning lawyer Merryweather (it would be nice if he had a little more screen time). Technically there's nothing wrong with the film – it is brightly shot, judiciously edited and solidly staged. Some of the dialogue is rather laughable, and the plot is littered with improbable coincidences and unlikelihoods. But overall, this is a fun and disposable swashbuckler that passes 90 minutes of time easily enough.

MARIO GAUCI Having been aware of this film from its poster found in an old scrapbook of my father's as well as Leslie Halliwell's positive write-up in his film guide and given my own partiality to swashbucklers, I made it a point to catch this one during its sole TV screening in my neck of the woods which occurred in the mid-1990s. Somehow, I didn't tape it back then but, thankfully, I subsequently acquired it via Dark Sky's double-feature DVD where it was coupled with another vintage British genre film (albeit of the horror variety) BLOOD OF THE VAMPIRE (1958; which I caught up with recently during this year's Halloween Challenge) produced by the same film-making duo behind THE HELLFIRE CLUB i.e. Robert S. Baker and Monty Berman. Swashbucklers had been Hollywood's most popular genres during the 1950s so it was almost inevitable that it should also flourish in Europe (Britain, France and Italy) as well. Other British examples were a handful of rather atypical Walt Disney productions and Hammer Films but also rare one-offs like THE MOONRAKER (1958) - another film whose poster graces that aforementioned scrapbook of my father's where he used to paste sundry posters and articles of movies released locally during the 1950s and early 1960s.The plot line of a deposed aristocrat fighting to regain his rightful place is an age-old premise - think of Tyrone Power's South Seas adventure SON OF FURY (1942) for example - and this film follows in that fashion as well as Keith Michell is ousted by his villainous cousin (Peter Arne) who claims both his title and lands following the former's departure as a boy (played by the 1960 VILLAGE OF THE DAMNED's Martin Stephens) from under the clutches of his would-be Satanic father and his 'depraved' peers – hence the title which, incidentally, was an underground society that truly existed but, unsurprisingly, this is no historical account. Ironically enough, the flight of the child and his long-suffering (and ill-fated) saintly mother was precipitated by the boy's cousin goading him to witness the debaucheries of their elders being held in the basement! Needless to say, such wickedness is only mildly (in fact, too mildly if you ask me) depicted by the film-makers and these quaint orgies (relagated to the start and end of the film) are more prone to raise a smile than an eyebrow but, even so, there are three instances of censor-baiting where fetching females (including red-headed Adrienne Corri and Kai Fischer) are shown bare-backed! The hero had been taken by his loyal guardian (David Lodge) to stay with a travelling circus troupe where he grew up a strong,agile man with a penchant for theatricality, qualities which he will be forced to rely on in his future run-ins with Arne and his men. Swordfights, floggings, prison escapes and impersonations (by Michell of a foppish French ally of Arne's) are the order of the day making for a pacy, full-blooded entertainment punctuated by Clifton Parker's rousing music score (not to mention an amiably goofy cameo from Peter Cushing as Michell's attorney) that, while perhaps falling short of more renowned entries in the genre, is reasonably representative of its British variant made during its time.