Ah, the house that vanished
This oddball (alternate) title alone was more than enough reason for me to purchase a copy of this obscure and relatively unknown horror flick. But unfortunately, and as the case with too many 70's horror efforts, the title is by far the most exciting aspect about the entire production. This is an unbelievably dull film, stuffed with all the annoying genre-clichés and predictable plot-twist you can possibly think of. During the opening sequences, we follow a young couple a photo model and her petty thief lover as they break into an isolated house during a foggy night. There they witness a murder and only the girl manages to escape into the woods surrounding the house. And, in case you wonder, the title is really accurate! When the girl Valerie wants to show some of her friends where the murder took place, she can't locate the house anymore!
Like it vanished into thin air! Anyway, life goes on and Valerie falls in love with a strangely introvert boy who has a peculiar affair with his aunt and classical music plays whenever he's on screen. The murderer hasn't forgotten about Valerie yet and all kind of sinister happenings lead her back to the murder-house. The plot sounds sensational on paper, and I'm convinced it could have been really great, but the elaboration is very poor and way too slow. The only things to admire during the tedious middle section of the film are main actress Andrea Allan's good looks and her smoking HOT body. Yes, I am aware this is a shallow remark to make, but her spontaneous stripteases truly are the only moments that hold your attention. Director José Ramón Larrez seems to realize this too, since the amount of sleaze and nudity gradually increases as the film reaches towards its climax. There's very little suspense and the few murder scenes are tame and as good as bloodless. The more than obvious denouement is almost like an insult to trained horror fans.