Friday, October 23, 2020

The Fall of the House of Usher (1960)

Welp, in two days it will have been precisely seven (7) years since my last post. Many things have changed. Dear God. But it turns out I still love movies. 

I'm a Shudder subscriber. From my perspective, their programming kinda sucks. But at least they have the good sense to make a few of the luscious and mesmerizing American International Pictures Roger Corman / Vincent Price Edgar Allan Poe cycle of films available at a time of year when they really should be using that platform to serve up little else. 

Where to begin, what to say. For atmosphere, style, class, mouth-watering “period attire,” deliciously sinister theatrics, a demented lead played by one of horror’s greatest icons at the height of his powers, a lush score, and genuinely chilling set pieces, this handsome, lean (79 minute run-time) 1960 macabre masterpiece featuring all of four actors puts most of the shit shoved onto our plates nowadays by Netflix, Amazon Prime, Hulu, et al. to shame. There I said it.

Corman and Price conspire to ratchet up the tension right to the end and it’s all offset by just the right pitch-perfect dash of camp. And, boy howdy, what a frenzied, rip-roaring finale.

Guess they don’t make horror like they used to. But we’ll always have this viscerally satisfying take on The Fall of the House of Usher

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