Half a century on, The Ghoul (1975) stands as one of the more curious entries in the twilight years of British Gothic horror. Directed with solemn precision by Freddie Francis and headlined by the ever-graceful Peter Cushing, the film was a sincere attempt by Tyburn Film Productions Limited to resurrect the moody, atmospheric horrors of the Hammer era—an ambition that resulted in a mixed, but memorable, outing.

Set in 1920s England, the story revolves around a former clergyman (Cushing) who harbours a dark family secret: his cannibalistic son, locked away in the attic of his remote country manor. As uninvited guests and unwitting thrill-seekers stumble upon the estate, the horror quietly unfolds under a heavy blanket of mist, melancholy, and moral decay.

Tyburn—also behind The Legend of the Werewolf—clearly aimed to evoke the bygone days of elegant, character-driven horror. In that spirit, Cushing delivers a beautifully nuanced performance, as always lending depth and humanity to a role steeped in sadness. His scenes carry a weight of personal grief—particularly poignant given the recent loss of his wife at the time of filming.

Director Freddie Francis, returning to familiar Gothic territory, crafts an atmosphere of slow-burn dread, though the pace and plotting may leave some modern viewers wanting. Veronica Carlson—reunited with Cushing from previous Hammer entries—offers a restrained but dignified performance, while a young John Hurt brings a twitchy, unpredictable energy that adds texture to the film’s more traditional framework.

Producer Antony Hinds, a key figure in Hammer’s golden era, worked under the pseudonym John Elder here, contributing to a film that often feels like a swan song to a dying genre. While The Ghoul may not reach the heights of its forebears, its sincerity, craftsmanship, and dedication to classic horror tropes make it worth revisiting.

The Prognosis:

Fifty years later, The Ghoul stands not as a triumph, but as a loving echo—one that reminds us of a genre clinging to its traditions even as the horror world around it began to shift. For admirers of Cushing, Francis, and British Gothic, it remains a thoughtful if flawed gem from a studio that deserved a longer life.

• Retrospective Review by Saul Muerte