Well this movie is just insane
This will sound mean, but because Millard was trying, though it’s the sheer misunderstanding of how to skirt a low budget and hope for the best that makes it so lovingly stupid. The script for Criminally Insane couldn’t have been more than forty pages, proven by its 61-minute running time, and that so many unnecessary scenes – like Ethel receiving electroshock therapy or eating entire plates of food – play out in real time in order to pad out the movie’s length. Helping/not helping are the more “artfully” esoteric moments of the film where there is no bloodletting or other nonsense more applicable to the genre. Instead, Millard lets the camera roll and roll (and roll) as Ethel, wearing a formal dress, takes silent walks in the backyard or across a San Francisco cliffside, as if he’s saying, “No, you don’t understand: this film is about something.” Between that and all the mannequins standing in for dead bodies, Criminally Insane is a joy.