The wonderful and too frequently misused Boris Karloff died of emphysema soon after shooting his scenes for Fear Chamber. It's unfortunate, but it's probably a better way to go than dying of shame, which he certainly would have had he lived to see how his talents were wasted in the claptrap that is Chamber. Made on a budget that obviously couldn't have been too far north of, say, $1.98, Chamber is simply a dreadful film. Some will find a certain amount of camp fun in the proceedings, hooting at the awful acting of the cast, save for Karloff, who while not giving a great performance, does manage to inject a degree of professionalism that is sorely lacking otherwise. They will also derive some pleasure from groaning at the horrible dialogue, laughing at the lack of a coherent plot and chortling over the extremely cheesy "special" effects. But most viewers won't find much fun in Chamber for very long; it quickly grows tiresome, and the spectacle of a man like Karloff reduced to such dreck becomes painful. Those who really get off on terrible horror films may want to give it a go, but others should let it pass by.