The Masque of the Red Death
Smart, sinister, colorful (back to this in a minute), nuanced, expansive, repellent, beckoning, dastardly, placating, and inspiring, Roger Corman’s 1964 The Masque of the Red Death isn’t only the apotheosis of Edgar Allan Poe adaptations, but of mid-1960s horror as well.
The Pit and the Pendulum
Edgar Allan Poe wasn’t exactly a lover of plausibility. He may not have been a lover of anything, despite popular culture’s love of him, preferring to wander dark streets at ungodly hours and converse with ravens while dreaming up unique ways to die. Fanfare for the common dyspeptic man.
Witchfinder General
With his towering frame, regal bearing, and cruel blue eyes, Vincent Price stands tall in the pantheon of horror icons. But the prevalence of ham in his acting might suggest that he’s better suited to other holidays besides Halloween.
No Death for Me
Post-crypt horror in the ever-homeward Eastertide spirit.
The Comedy of Terrors
After the relative success of American International Pictures’ 1963 release of Roger Corman’s The Raven, the studio quickly reunited the same fearsome trio of Vincent Price, Peter Lorre, and Boris Karloff for The Comedy of Terrors.