Freddie Francis apparently didn't care much for this, his 1974 assignment for the Kandel and Cohen production house even going so far as to describe it as "worse than Trog" We at Nucleus, however, disagree: Craze is a slice of prime British horror sleaze, ripe for rediscovery. It's got everything! It's got Jack Palance pretending to be English, exclaiming Jeezus Christ Almighty! and picking up dolly birds in funky psychedelic nightspots! It's got Martin Potter as his paranoid, hard-drinking gay business partner, Julie Ege and Kathleen Byron as ritual victims, and Michael Jayston, Percy Herbert and David Warbeck as a trio of grumpy flatfoot coppers! It's got Suzy Kendall as a curly-wigged hooker with a jaw-dropping sex-aid collection, and Trevor Howard, Diana Dors, Hugh Griffith and Edith Evans, slumming it in late-career cameos! Not convinced? How about an homage to Peeping Tom (though we're not telling you where, so you have to buy it) an occult coven in purple robes chanting "armuneminuum" and a series of ghastly, grisly, gory, gruesome deaths? Or, best of all, how about Chuko, the ugliest, most googly-eyed fetish idol ever seen on-screen?