Another one of those situations where I noticed an interesting movie and decided to read the book first, because it looked good. What a pleasant surprise this was! In these stories that smell like a wet grave (also literally, because I got this from the darkest recesses of the library's storage room), monsters are monsters and the macabre shenanigans are often creepy and bloody. There's also some dry British humor, which honestly doesn't appeal to me very much, but sometimes (such as now) it works. The Humgoo is definitely the highlight of the collection. Simply because it's eerie, suspenseful, and has an amazing ending.

And what about the movie then? Anthologies are one of my favorite things and I tend to be less critical about them than regular movies (probably because there's always the one story that is decent). The Monster Club (1981) was produced by Milton Subotsky who was involved with Amicus Productions, so I wasn't too worried.

Well... The eponymous club of the frame story had been changed into a cringy nightclub filled with creatures that looked like they had been burdened with Party City costumes. At that point I wanted the earth to swallow me. The stories themselves were okay, but so different than what they are in the book. A classic case of why fix something that isn't broken. An okay movie to pass the time on a lazy Saturday evening, but it's way down in my ranking of anthology and Vincent Price movies.