Review of The Masque of the Red Death (1964) by Edith N — 05 Mar 2011
Vincent Price is the man in this '60's gem of an interpretation of Edgar Alan Poe's poem. Roeg's cinematography is magic; big, bold primary colours and every face a canvas. Just great fun: everybody dies, save an old man, the young couple a dwarf and a tiny dancer.
The masque itself is everything good and bad about life, the greed, the envy, the satanism, the gluttony. Jane Asher's pert breasts punctuate her innocence, shame her lover, the god fearing Christian is such a caricature, otherwise this is great.
Death comes in many colours, a child gets slapped, a monkey gets burnt to death. What's not to like?
This review of The Masque of the Red Death (1964) was written by Edith N on 05 Mar 2011.
The Masque of the Red Death has generally received positive reviews.
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