This is almost but not quite an experimental art movie, notable for being created largely in post-production. Its theme, highly unusual for the time, is a horrific mix of numerology and a Romany curse. Its most unsatisfactory and mundane aspect is its narrative. In a cramped set Terence Alexander talks an awful lot about his old university pal (Denis Webb), whose family was cursed by the number nine. But the flashbacks are done with real creative flair. Alexander prowls a ruin of considerable grandeur, probably a haunt of director Robert Henryson, whose CV includes other films about stately homes. The rest of the flashback footage is a blend of stock footage, superimpositions, inserts and still pictures, sometimes overlaid with eerie special effects. Henryson manages to overlay a non-existent "Druid" window on to a real country house and then burn it down by optical work. The lack of credits imply that he did most of the backroom work himself. The impression is of a primitive version of the kind of CGI done without a second thought today in young directors' bedrooms. Horror historians should add this to their watch list. PS Three years later Alexander was back in a very similar role in "Hands of Destiny" q.v.