Last night's movie. An enjoyably odd little horror thriller from 1963 starring Michael Gough in another deliriously over-the-top performance as the haughty British owner of a private zoo in Los Angeles, who not only treats his collection of big cats to private organ recitals in his own living room, but uses them to dispense of anyone who threatens him or tries to stick their noses into his business. BLACK ZOO is a quite lurid and seedy film in many ways, a lot more continental in look and style than an American production, and passages of Paul Dunlap's score contains the type of sleazy jazz more suited to a stag film loop. I had this souvenir photo magazine, published in 1963 by Charlton, long before I ever got to see the movie.
