a real head scratcher of a film by bill rebane who appear to be get worse in his trade throughout the eighty . three crackpot millionaires invite nine people to a remote hotel to compete in a last person stand contest in which the final contestant will be give $ 1 million provide he or she make it that far . a series of lame prank be pull on some of the guest while the others engage in what most adult would do under the circumstance namely get shatfaced at the hotel bar . most scene be merely an excuse to focus the camera on various female body part include an opening dance number that be a crossover of american bandstand meet geriatric aerobics complete with hooker . if there be any hesitation that white people can not dance this scene hammer the final nail in that coffin . pay close attention for the nipple slip . this continue on for about forty five minute until bill rebane begin throw dart at various plot twist and whatever he hit become the inspiration for the next scene make this one incoherent mess . it a game until it not a game . the three old coot be in complete control until theyre not . the hotel be possess by a supernatural force until it become just prop . theyre dead until theyre not . even the narrator at the end reply that he doesn not know what the hell happen . i defy anyone to reason where rebane be go on this one . the acting be dinner theater caliber minus the dinner . most of the actor probably go back to their day job at the local stuckey . i give it a few point for the scene where the yuppie broad open the closet and a skeleton be inside skull hump himself . let see go with the wind do that . this chill classic collection be really become the bane of me . bane and get it . like rebane . i hate myself .