British horror with American International Pictures flavour as opposed to Hammer films. Gough is his usually underrated self. Good for its day. The bit with the binoculars will stick in your mind...
Loony crime writer commits a series of nasty murders using trick weapons and a hypnotized assistant, all just so he has something to write about.
Another ripe piece of misogyny courtesy of Herman Cohen, the best of the horror films he produced starring Gough. Gough is a bit more restrained than he was in, say, Konga, but still manages to hit some dizzy heights ("Don't call me Eddie - it irritates me!") The supporting cast is good (with a couple exceptions), and there's enough subtext and wit to warrant a second viewing to appreciate the irony of some of the dialogue.
The only real problem with it is that Gough is so immediately suspicious with his teasing of the police, that it's hard to believe he would not be be marked as a person of interest, or even that would they put up with him in the first place (I don't think P.D. James just waltzes into Scotland Yard to chat about murders, but maybe the 50s were different).