William Castle was the uncontested King of Gimmicks. He wired theater seats to give electric shocks and called it Percepto. He sent a glowing skeleton skittering above an audience and called it Emergo. He took out insurance policies for squeamish filmgoers and called it show business. For tonight's truly gender-bending classic, Castle created the “Coward's Corner” and offered a money-back guarantee for the faint of heart needing to flee the theater. And, of course, he devised the “Fright Break,” but the Shaman of Showmanship will explain that himself in the prologue to Homicidal. Scorned by some as a Psycho rip-off, Castle's macabre film is itself an original, with a knife-wielding cross-dresser whose murderous story leads back to Denmark, legendary land of the sex-change operation, and forward to Solvang, California, the film's unlikely location and a well-known bastion of Danish bakeries. Siblings lie, nannies die, and wigs fly. But Homicidal skirts the real issue: who's wearing the pants in this psychotic family feud.