Instead of utilizing the common concept of shoddy acting, implausible plotlines and buckets o'gore, Fulci makes House of Clocks an atmospheric and tense affair, relying more on narrative and disturbing ambiance- with surprising success. He still gives into the temptation for a bit of gore sprinkled throughout but nothing to the puke factor extent seen in Zombie or City of Living Dead.

A well crafted horror yarn in the mode of Avati's "House with Windows that Laugh". Had he continued along the same vein of restricting the gross-out factor while still incorporating plenty of shock as he did with Clocks, Fulci may have found more success than his Herschell Gordon Lewis-esque icon status amongst gorehounds.