Odd film. Too lumpy to be a genuinely great movie - not enough story, the troubled script development does come across on screen. It lacks the logic of a Richard Matheson on the keys. Padding. Plots seem to come and go eg Asher's boyfriend and father.
But the elements are wonderful. The red death. Vincent Price as a truly evil man. The beauty and bravery of Jane Asher. The gorgeous photography. The cotsumes. Price revealing himself. The decaying skin at the end. Patrick Magee's creepiness. Hazel' Court being a groupie for Satan.
Some bits made you laugh, like a gorilla suit man on fire. Others are unsettling, like a little person and the young girl with a dubbed voice.
A unique piece.
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