Boris Karloff’s final film role has him basically playing himself, an aging horror movie star whose films are now seen as camp that can’t match the horrors of the day’s headlines. Elsewhere, an unhinged war veteran has decided to go on a shooting spree reminiscent of the Austin tower shooter. The killings are pretty uncomfortable to watch, but this is contrasted with a lot of goofy banter between Karloff and his pals. Only during the final confrontation does it all seem to make tonal sense. There’s a lot of Roger Corman filler and the shooter’s motivation is never really established (like Merv Griffin, he just loves to kill) but it’s a movie worth watching.