Dead men walk in this vintage Poverty Row horror flick because they’re vampires. Or at least George Zucco is. Or at least, I think he is. He doesn’t have fangs and he’s about as seductive as your average white-haired Geography teacher who’s a year from retirement, but he does rise from the grave and he does leave behind a trail of corpses who all have two little holes in their neck. He also has Dwight Frye as a manservant and when Dwight Frye says that someone is a vampire, I believe him. Zucco actually plays TWINS in this one, a good twin and an evil twin. The twist here is that after the evil twin “dies” and then goes vampire, the good twin gets blamed for his blood-sucking fun. The result is your classic “innocent man trying to clear his name” scenario, which happens to also be the premise of about 87% of old B-westerns. So, Sam Newfield, one of the most prolific B-western directors of the time, might have felt extra-comfortable here. Even the supporting players are mostly guys with scraggly beards and country twangs who seem to be putting in a day’s work on this George Zucco scare flick in between playing saloon bartenders and cattle rustlers who get shot by Johnny Mack Brown. The highlight of the affair is a nicely crazed climactic house fire that fills the screen with flame. It couldn’t look more dangerous for everyone involved. It’s this film’s eye-popping equivalent to the B-western’s stunt man who maneuvers his way beneath a speeding stagecoach.