Vincent Price in Twice Told Tales, 1963
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He is gallant!
He certainly is. And a gentleman would never allow a skeleton to light their own cigarette. Very dashing.
He’s in a lot of wonderfully bad movies. Great post!
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My Main Man!!!
Vincent Price Sold Me…
…But Having A Smoke With A Skeleton SCREAMED Reblog!!!
It is really fabulous, isn’t it? There are a few other great stills from that movie, too. So glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
He was in a number of wonderfully bad movies because the directors were intelligent enough to see the his ability to elevate small productions. he was accused of over acting but that intensity and passion for each role allowed people to do what is essential to enjoy a fictional scenario on film,,,, and that is to suspend our disbelief for the duration of the film. to allow it a sense of reality.
I have the fondest of feelings for the man not because i was his friend or even an acquaintance, but because he none the less was known by us all through his work, and even more importantly his class.
He was truly legendary, and I think rather underappreciated. It is amazing how a presence like that can elevate a mediocre production to something memorable.
Vincent Price is fantastic. I remember Saturday nights as a kid when my mom, my brother and I would stay up late watching some random Vincent Price movie we’d stumbled across on channel 27 or one of the other local UHF channels. We’d make popcorn, turn out the lights, and let ourselves be creeped out…
I miss this kind of fun, atmospheric horror. What a great memory. 🙂
I would have loved to have just sat down with Vincent Price for coffee or something.
As usual, Mme. Weebles, you make an excellent point. He is on my top 10 list for a living/dead dinner party.
Can you help me regurgitate my iPhone?
-MIMI-
Try watching the spider bite tutorial.
Well i did put it’s still loged in me windpipes! HEPL! (chockes)
*faints due to loss of carbon monoxide*
-MIMI-
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If you don’t love this … I can’t help you.
I think this would be an excellent litmus test for allowability into polite society.