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Andrea Denver for L’Officiel Homme shoot by Edgar Vazquez styled by Victor Lopez

Andrea Denver for L’Officiel Homme

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Sure, he was hot. Would we expect anything less?!  

Know what makes him even hotter?

The fact that he got even more gorgeous, sexy and devastating as the years went by.

Now THAT’S a compliment you can’t dish out to just any old guy.  

Or dead guy, for that matter. 

Over the course of Vincent Price’s illustrious career, a few jealous haters WHO-SHALL-REMAIN-UNNAMED have dared to describe our gorgeous manimal’s unique acting style with such audacious adjectives as:  

“over-theatrical”

“campy”

“hammy”

“over-the-top”

And to this I say, eternally:

Eff the haters. 

Keep doing ya thang. 

That goes for all y'all.

And have a nice day. 

Pssst! Over here. You listening? Good. Because I’m going to start iheartvincentprice.tumblr.com’s third horror-ble movie review of the month with an iiiiiitty bitty confession:

I wasn’t the biggest fan of this movie.

Hold the cyber punches just a minute, Muhammad! 

Before y'all show up at my house wielding torches and pitchforks in response to the semi-sacrilegious confession I’ve just made, lemme just say that YES: I know House of Wax is a classic and lotsa people have loved the crap out of it for decades. But if I came all up in here and told you I thought the movie was the best thing since cinematic sliced bread, I’d be straight up lying. And no one wants to read the blog of a damn liar, yo.

But let me also say this:

Vincey was amazing. OBVI. He was the best thing in this movie. OBVI. Pssht! Goes without saying!

I just wasn’t over the moon about the movie itselfIFYAKNOWWHATIMEAN: the long-ass paddle ball and can-can sequences (do we HAVE to watch five whole minutes of a grown ass man playing paddle ball on the street and can-can dancers pulling up their ruffled dresses so we can catch glimpses of their French underwear?), the obnoxious faux-laugh (not to mention unbearable ditziness) of Carolyn Jones’ character. And film snobs, get off those high horses: I’m well aware that the reason the first two sequences I mentioned were so gee-danged long was to show off the movie’s 3D effects (which I’m sure were just mind-blowing back in 1953). But 3D or no 3D, too long is too long is too loooooong.

What 3D looked like in 1953. I kiiid, I kiiid (kinda). 

So instead of walking you through the movie itself, I’ll just walk you through my favorite Vincey parts, since THAT’S THE REAL REASON YOU’RE READING THIS ISH, am I right?

House of Wax (1953) was a remake of the movie Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933) and was the first color 3D feature film to be released by a major American studio. It was received two more wide (read: huge ass ad campaigns) re-releases in 1971 and the early 1980s, and is considered an all-time horror favorite for the ages. 

(I’m not even going to get into the 2005 remake starring Paris Hilton. You’re welcome.)

Vincent Price plays Henry Jarrod, a passionate wax figure sculptor who specializes in recreating historical figures such as Marie Antionette, John Wilkes Booth and Joan of Arc, which he keeps in a little museum. He is obsessively (almost creepily) devoted to his wax creations: he talks to them and they talk back (or so he thinks…). They are his babies, his children, and he would die rather than allow them to come into harm’s way. I know that most people might find Vincent’s character’s obsession with wax mannequins kind of…well, sick, but being the depraved ladybaby I am, I have to say that I found it super duper adorable. Like sugary-sweet-with-a-cherry-and-a-double-rainbow-on-top cute. If you love the sexy beast of a man as I do, I think you’ll feel the same.

DAWWWWW!

But Vincent’s evil and greedy (note: two bad qualities in a person) business partner (Roy Roberts) isn’t happy. He wants Vincent to produce more “sensational” waxwork to please the common folk who are just looking to pay for a cheap thrill wherever they can find it. But VP straight up refuses to lower his personal and aesthetic standards (he’s a class act, y’all). Fed up, the money-hungry Roberts decides he wants to commit ARSON of all damn things and destroy the museum and all of Vincent’s beloved figures with it! My heart broke a little at seeing poor Vincey’s desperate attempts to fight off the evil man and save his cherished body (or shall I say bodies?) of work. 

Alas, the fire consumes everything, but Vincent’s character manages to survive, albeit considerably disfigured – let’s just say that “Vincey PF” (Post Fire) in this film seriously reminded me of Lon Chaney in Phantom of the Opera(1925). 

Perhaps a little early inspiration for Freddy Krueger? 

But despair not, VP lovahs! Via the powers of wax artistry (who knew?) the gorgeous man manages to get his original, beautiful face back for the remainder of the movie:

That is, until this happens:

And with the help of his very own Igor (Charles Bronson), VP decides to open up a sensational wax museum, featuring a “Chamber of Horrors” which displays shocking renditions of historical and present-day (i.e. 1890s) crimes, designed to thrill and scandalize the crowds who show up in droves to see the one-of-a-kind spectacle.

Ain’t nuthin’ freakier than the ‘lectric chair. 

This brings me to my final favorite Vincey-related element of the movie: his character’s transformation. VP’s character starts out as a humble servant of all things beautiful and artistic, adamantly rejecting sensationalism and everything it stands for. But over the course of the film and as a result of what happens to him, he transforms into a man who comes to fully embrace all things shocking and horrific. He also comes to embrace his own dark side with open, lovin’ arms. I believe this kind of transformational arc strikes a primal chord with many a foolish mortal: we all have sinister urges within us, but most of us choose to live out our darker fantasies through the characters in the movies we watch. Perhaps its exploration of this simple yet powerful primal theme is one of the reasons behind the enduring success of House of Wax.

And when it comes to personifying the “dark unconscious of the whole human race” (as Vincent would so eloquently put it), what better man to embody the ever-fascinating transformation from good to evil than the incomparable Vincent Price? 

Next week, I shall be reviewing Dragonwyck. 

So get yer lobster bibs on and try not to choke on your own saliva, you lecherous Vincent Price lovahs! 

Over the course of October, iheartvincentprice.tumblr.com is going to feature a number of steamy, sensual and seductive factoids about Vincent Price: the sexiest dead man alive.

Because if you’re gonna ogle the shit out of the man, you might as well know a thing or two about who he was!

Vincent Price Steamy Factoid #1:

The man was a serious - I mean serious - art collector. 

At the age of 12, Vincent Price launched his personal art collection by purchasing an original Rembrandt etching for $37.50 (a crap load of money at that time, especially for a damn kid). He put five dollars down and paid off the rest in installments for months to come.

Vincent and his second wife, Mary, collected all kinds of art (modern, primitive, abstract, you know the drill), which they displayed in their home to the delight of their friends and acquaintances. Appearances as a contestant on TV shows like The $64,000 Question (in which he smartly answered questions about great artists and art) helped to solidify the sexy man’s sterling reputation as connoisseur of all things artistic (in addition to being a menacing movie monsta, that is!).

In 1951, he was invited by the students of East LA College to lecture about art and aesthetics. He loved the experience and the students so much that he donated 90 pieces of his personal art collection to the College. (Hot, sophisticated and generous? Be still my beating heart!)

In the early 1960s, Sears, Roebuck & Company asked VP to develop a fine arts collection for their department stores. The goal was to encourage American consumers to bring fine art into their homes - and they wanted Vincey to spearhead the project. Over the next 10 years, the Master of Macabre purchased 55,000 pieces for the Sears collection.

Vincey’s love affair with art allowed him to live a fuller, more-rewarding life - and his devotion and appreciation for the finer thangs in life is just one of the many qualities that make him the droolworthy man-beast he is. 

Thanks to A&E Biography’s Vincent Price: The Versatile Villain (1997) for all the delightful, delectable info.

I would totally go to In-N-Out with him any day of the week.