...perverse and hypnotic, for a Corman production. Masque of the Red Death is for me a real diamond in the rough, it's a film that belies its low cost interior and manages to seduce, in part because Price lowers some of the hamminess and what's there fits with the feel of the film. It also has an appropriate perverseness to it, again helped by the performances from Court, Asher and Magee, especially Asher. The 'hero, well, ignore him, he doesn't matter in the least, just sit back and enjoy a surprisingly hypnotic Corman movie that is far more than the sum of its parts and actually, its parts are pretty damn good.
I have to admit it: the appeal of Roger Corman’s films are mostly lost on me. Despite its flaws, I enjoyed his ‘comeback’ ‘Frankenstein Unbound’, but every other production I have seen under his name I have found uninvolving, stagey and a bit of a chore to get through.
This effort boasts the charms of Hazel Court and a very young looking Jane Asher, and they both are excellent but strangely without much in the way of character. The same may be said of Prospero, played by the mighty Vincent Price, who saunters and sneers wonderfully through it all. For all his evildoings, his villainy is strictly pantomime in nature.
The story is the weakest link for me. A mash up of Edgar Allan Poe, with references to ‘Hop Toad’, the Raven and even the Pit and the Pendulum, without doing much that is interesting with them – Hop Toad being the exception, due to Skip Martin and Patrick Magee.
A series of set-pieces do not make a riveting story, and despite the visual colour and vigour of the theatricality, I couldn’t muster up much in the way of enthusiasm for this, sadly. My score is 5 out of 10.
So wretched are Roger Corman's '50s exploitation pictures that it's tempting to wonder if there is some other hand at work in this superb adaptation of the Edgar Allan Poe story? Maybe Twilight Zone veteran Charles Beaumont who wrote the literate and philosophical script?
Or Nicolas Roeg who photographed the rich colour palette of the castle interior? It is a medieval allegory- influenced by Ingmar Bergman's The Seventh Seal (1957) according to Corman- about how unchecked power will usually end in atrocity,
And there is a surprising amount of chat on the nature of evil. Vincent Price is perfect casting as the aristocratic Satanist who machinates as the plague closes in on the domicile of his empire. Patrick Magee equals him as his ambitious lickspittle.
Corman's films improved in the '60s, but this is on another level. He was critical of his British crew for working slowly, yet they produced the best horror film of his long career. Which eventually entered the zeitgeist during the Covid lockdown!