Very little worthwhile in this movie, The 3 big horror icons, Basil Rathbone, Lon Chaney Jr and John Carradine, even if they were just collecting a paycheck and Joi showing her assets is about it. The writer should have been made to watch Hillary speeches for eternity since the script is so unrealistic. The primary function of this movie seems to be to allow the viewers plenty of time in the backseat without worrying about missing anything. Almost so bad as to make Ed Wood look like a genius. The songs are all an equal shade of terrible with the comedy relief being so unfunny as to have his union card burned. Not a movie to own but to watch once and never again. I saw it on Turner who gladly has finally given love to the obscure trash films.

This is the worst film - maybe the worst ever filmed. It's horrible and I hate to say that about this film because three of great actors are in it: Rathbone, Carradine, and Chaney. I have not a clue as to why such fine actors in such a crappy movie but they are.I'm going to make a guess here as to the reason this film was made to begin with: Hammer films was pumping out some killer horror films and The Beverly Hillbillies TV series was very popular in 1967 as well as The Grand Ole Opry on TV. So, my guess is that the film makers wanted to sort of capitalize on the popularity of both horror and the country-western/bluegrass thus creating this bloody horrible film.Listen, I hate to bash movies but this film was so bad and unfunny that I had to keep fast-forwarding - watching a little bit then fast-forwarding again.The ONLY reason to watch this movie is if you like some of the older country-western-hillbilly type of music. Watch it if you like Merle Haggard or Ferlin Husky - otherwise you should pass on this film.1/10

Criticizing "Hillbillys in a Haunted House" (yes, that's really the way "Hillbillys" is spelled) might seem like shooting fish in a barrel, but even by 1960s grind-house standards, this picture is dreadful. In fact, I think Ed Wood can breathe a little easier wherever he is, knowing that THIS is really the worst movie ever made. Only one scene involving Lon Chaney, Jr., and a murder has any kind of impact, but it doesn't really belong in the picture, since that it is played straight, and the rest of this mess is farcical. Much has been made about the star trio of fading horror stars, but actually seeing them here is truly sad. Chaney tries to inject some life, but it's pretty hopeless (this same year Chaney was featured in a good big-budget Western, "Welcome to Hard Times," and was a semi-regular on TV's "Pistols and Petticoats," so did he REALLY need the money that bad?). John Carradine phones it in, apparently not having bothered to read the script beforehand (in once scene he calls Basil Rathbone "George" when the character's name is really "Gregor"). It is poor Rathbone, however, who elicits the highest cringe rating. Clearly ailing, his speech is slightly slurred as he struggles to get the maimed dialogue out. The Country Western leads are inept, with someone named Don Bowman, ostensibly the comic relief, taking the Unfunniest Man Alive award away from Fidel Castro, and Ferlin Husky grimacing so mightily as he goes for the high notes that it looks like a tribute to Chaney transforming into a werewolf. Joi Lansing is awful, but an eyeful, and Linda Ho is so amateurish that she should have had her SAG card revoked. The plot involves spies, a "haunted" house, a gorilla in the basement, really dumb comedy, even dumber characters, and far too many musical numbers, which means it could have been made in the mid 1940s (with largely the same cast!), and they might have gotten away with it. But coming a year before "Rosemary's Baby," it's just pathetic. If you want to see the nadir, knowing that you'll probably never see anything worse, then watch it.

This has to be one of the all-time dumbest movies ever made. The storyline and dialogue (somehow mingling 60's spy-stuff with horror with country-music stars) is completely brainless, and most of the musical numbers were crammed into the story with a broken crowbar. I'm embarrassed for Messrs. Chaney, Rathbone,and Carradine (who must have never been given full scripts, or been desperate for cash). And the non-acting doesn't even deserve THAT much respect. All that said, the ONLY redeeming quality this nonsense has is the "live" performances of the country stars of the time at the end. If that's where your tastes lie, scan forward through all the rest!