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Greetings, foolish mortals, cabbages and fellow lusty Vincent Price lovahs. It’s hard to believe that October is officially over! I had a wonderful time mooning over my ultimate dead man crush with you all month long, and in the process of writing this blog, I also learned a few things about the sexiest dead man alive that made me respect and adore him even more. So, to celebrate this delectable, one-of-a-kind mortal – and the conclusion of this blog – I have compiled a special 

How To Be Like Vincent Price

list. So, without further ado…

How to Be Like Vincey:

1)   Cultivate a lot of interests

When Vincent price died, movie critic Leonard Maltin said: “Other actors may have made better movies, but few led better lives or touched so many people with their warmth and gentility.” And it’s true: Vincey’s ability to lead a full (and fulfilling) life was the result of taking his own advice (“a man who limits his interests, limits his life”) to heart. To say that Vincent Price was a well-rounded man is a massive understatement: aside from acting, the man was a master chef, a passionate art enthusiast and author of several cookbooks, art books and memoirs (Impressive much??). Vincent’s interests outside of acting provided his life with balance and gave him something to take seriously while his career entered a phase of roles that were more on the spoofy, lighthearted side. So you wanna be like Vincent? Strive to find a lot of different things that turn you on. The more things you’re passionate about, the richer your life will become.

2)   Embrace what makes you different

Vincey knew how to work what made him unique. From the beginning, he had it goin’ on with his mellifluous voice, fine ass looks and majestic physical stature, but VP discovered what truly set him apart from the typical-good-lookin-Hollywood-hunk when he starred as the sinister Mr. Manningham in the Broadway play Angel Street (1940-1944). Vincent’s performance in Angel Street was so believable (and ee-vul) that audiences actually hissed at his character (can you actually imagine being pissed off enough to hiss at somebody?! Cray.). Of course, the Master of Macabre loved every minute of it, and the experience made him realize that he had a gift for making “evil” enticing. Some actors might despair at such a realization, preferring instead to squeeze themselves into bland “good guy” roles, but Vincent embraced this unexpected talent and ran with it. Needless to say, his life (and ours) wouldn’t have been the same if he hadn’t.

3)   Whatever you do, have fun

One of the things that makes VP so irresistible is the fact that whenever you watch one of his movies, you can just tell the guy’s having a blast. He loves what he’s doing. He’s happy to be there. If you’re having fun and doing what you love (or even better: if you’re finding a way to have fun even when you’re not doing what you love), people take notice. And it’s only a matter of time before they’re begging you for an invitation to join the party. Real talk.

4)   Tap into something primal

Vincent Price was the perfect person to star in Roger Corman’s series of Poe adaptations (House of Usher,The Pit and the Pendulum). Wanna know why? Edgar Allan Poe wrote stories from the point of view of the unconscious mind, and Vincent Price understood the complexities of the unconscious mind inside and out. It’s a primal thing, y’all! So you wanna be like Vincent? Take a little time to understand the driving forces behind human urges, fears and fantasies - and then strive to bring that understanding to your art, your work, and yourself. 

5)   Don’t be afraid of change – use it to your advantage!

You’ve all heard the statement: “Survival of the fittest.” But there’s also an argument to be made for the power of flexibility (or, as I like to call it: “Survival of the flexible-ist”). Let’s face it, homies: nothing in life (or work) is guaranteed. Over the course of Vincent’s career, horror movies transitioned from scary-and-serious-as-hell works of art to campy fun. But instead of holding onto the past and wishing things would go back to the way they once were (because let’s face it: we’re all guilty of doing this at some point or another), Vincent decided to embrace the changing tastes of the public with lovin’ arms…and he wasn’t afraid to poke fun at himself and his movie monsta image from time to time, either! VP’s versatility, sense of humor and willingness to be flexible about his career allowed him to survive many decades in an extremely fickle and unpredictable industry.

There you have it, my friends! Five ways in which I have learned to be like Vincent Price: the sexiest dead man alive. After spending a month writing about this beautiful man, I feel there’s so much more I could say, but for now, I’ll just leave you with these perfect parting words from The Great Mouse Detective (sung by you know who, of course):

You followed me, I followed you


We were like each other’s shadows for a while


Now as you see, this game is through

So although it hurts, I’ll try to smile

As I say

Goodbye so soon

And isn’t this a crime?

We know by now that time knows how to fly


So here’s goodbye so soon


You’ll find your separate way


With time so short I’ll say so long


And go


So soon


Goodbye!

Vincent Price forever!xoxoGhastella @ghastella​

Happy Halloween, my fellow Vincent Price lovahs! Time now for my final delicious, demonic VP movie review of the month:

TRY not to pee your pants.

I would be remiss if I got all the way to the end of October without reviewing this amazing gem of a movie – after all, it holds a special place in my dead-man-lovin’ heart: The Great Mouse Detective was the first Vincey movie I ever saw. 

That’s right, homies. I’m a certified child of the nineties and I spent many a countless hour in the second grade reenacting scenes from The Great Mouse Detective with my friends on the playground. Truth, y’all.

As most of you fanatics already know, The Great Mouse Detective was released by Disney in 1986. Vincey voices the nefarious Professor Ratigan (aka: the rodent version of Moriarty), and lemme just say: the man was born to play this role. He’s simply one of those rare and gifted actors who can pull off the cartoony thing – effortlessly! And the fact that the movie is animated only serves to highlight his one-of-a-kind voice. Especially when he does that adorable puppy dog thang with it (y'all know what I’m talkin’ about!).

To add to the scrumptiousness of this role, Vincey even does his own singing! Twice! First in The World’s Greatest Criminal Mind, an unforgettable song and dance number with music by Henry Mancini (namedrop!), and second in Goodbye So Soon (“you followed me, I followed you, we were like each other’s shadows for awhile” – yeah, I’ve had those lyrics stuck in my head every day for the past fourteen years).

A few of my favorite Professor Ratigan quotes (these prrrrrobably won’t make any sense to you unless you’ve seen the movie – and if you haven’t, you got bigger problems on your hands, mah friend): 

“Thank you, thank you…but it hasn’t always been champagne and caviar…" 

“Youwill remember to smile for the camera, won’t you?”

And my number one favorite Ratigan line of all time:

“Oohhhhh, you want to lighten the loaddddd?”

Seriously folks, watch this film if you want to study how to be a deliciously evil, fun-as-hell-to-watch movie villain. The character of Ratigan is one of the more complex, and therefore more intriguing, Disney villains to date, and the uniqueness of this character is also one of the things that set this movie apart from most Disney films in general. I love characters who are conflicted about who they are, who are trying to suppress their true selves in order to be accepted. And let’s face it: how much more genius can you get than a “foul stenchus rodentus sewer rat” (“dooon’t say it!”) pretending to be an upper-crust mouse? Knowing that this character has had to fight an internal battle all along makes the climactic Big Ben clock tower scene, in which Ratigan finally allows his dark side to emerge, all the more fascinating to watch.  

I adore this movie and I always will. Not just because it was my first Vincey movie ever, but because it manages to encompass all of the things that made Vincent Price the unique and unforgettable actor he was. 

Helurrrved his doggie. 

Vincent had a dog. His name was Joe. 

One day Joe got into some legal trouble, and Vincey had to bail him out:

The caption (which is a little washed out) reads:

LOS ANGELES, Jan. 23 - ACTOR DEFENDS DOG - Actor Vincent Price thinks his dog, with which he’s featured, is “the world’s best dog…I love him so much I’m here to defend his honor against this charge.” The dog is charged with running into the street and upsetting a bicycle ridden by Charles F. Benjamin, 60. Benjamin is suing Price for $13,193 for a broken collarbone.

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In 1961, Vincent wrote The Book of Joe: About a Dog and His Man. The book detailed Vincent’s love for animals of all creeds and colors, as well as some charming, endearing and touching anecdotes about his beloved doggie, Joe. 

In the beginning, VP writes (in a voice dripping with classic Vincent Price flair):

This is a tale of how I went to the dogs or, to be numerically correct, to the dog. Now please do not expect this book to end with a glorious proclamation of rehabilitation. Not a chance. After fourteen years I’m incurably hooked on, intoxicated by, and addicted to - my dog Joe.

You gotta admit: there’s just something special about a man who loves his dawg!

It’s taken me awhile to get around to writing this review of Dragonwyck…BECAUSE I’VE BEEN DROWNING IN A SEA OF VINCENT PRICE LUST EVER SINCE I WATCHED IT LAST WEEK.

Yes, cabbages, the title of this blog entry pretty much says it all. What can I say? Vincent absolutely smolders in this film. If you think the man’s hot and you haven’t seen it yet, WHAT THE HELL IS STOPPING YOU?? GO OUT AND RENT THIS MOVIE NOW! And make sure you have some kind of sexual release at your disposal afterwards because I’m telling ya: you are gonna be AMPED UP. 

It should be illegal to look this damn fine:

But hell, I ain’t complaining. 

The gothic thriller Dragonwyck was released in 1948 and is based on the Anya Seton novel of the same name. Vincent Price's character starts out as a somewhat cold and aloof (yet devastatingly sexy, of course) young man who gradually transforms into the narcissistic husband from hell. 

For some reason, this picture of him looking annoyed makes me immensely giddy.

The movie, co-starring Gene Tierney, was a turning point for Vincent’s career: his searing portrayal of the demonic Nicholas Van Ryn solidified the hawt man’s status as a deliciously sinister screen persona.

 And now for a few of my personalhighlights:

1. Vincey playing the harpsichord (because, honestly, twas ever a sexier instrument invented?)

2. Vincey brooding behind stained glass windows while staring out at the pouring rain

3.Miranda (Gene Tierney’s character): “I’m afraid”

    Vincent: “You must never be afraid of anything with me, Miranda.”

    Now THAT’S how a man should talk!

4.Vincent: “You’ve known as well as I that this was inevitable. That we were inevitable.” (I just re-collapsed into a heap of lust)

You can tell while watching the film that Vincent had a lot of fun with this role because it’s soooo diabolical. And the unique brand of evil sexiness he manages to bring to the character is, without a doubt, the most captivating part of this movie. Let’s face it, lovahs: when it comes to the big screen (or any kind of storytelling for that matter), “evil” is an enthralling, mesmerizing and alluring force to be reckoned with – not to mention sexy as hell and so much fun to watch!  

And nobody does evil quite like Vincent Prince.

“Deliver us from hankering after fleshpots.” Yeah, right!

PS: If I ever make enough money to buy a house, I’m calling it Dragonwyck. 

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. 

He and Peter Lorre (M,The Maltese Falcon,Casablanca) were homies.  

The pair of “creeps” starred in a whole buncha of movies together, including The Big Circus(1959),The Raven(1963), The Story of Mankind (1957) and Tales of Terror(1962). 

Vincey and Lorre attended Bela Lugosi’s (“pull da string!”) funeral. According to Vincey, upon seeing Lugosi’s body in the casket all decked out in his famous Dracula costume, Lorre leaned over to Vincent and joked:

“Do you think we should drive a stake through his heart just in case?”

The end of Lorre’s life was plagued with bitter career disappointments and painful personal challenges, including struggles to overcome his addiction to morphine (which he’d been prescribed to treat the pain associated with longstanding gallbladder problems).

He died of a stroke in 1964. 

Vincent read the eulogy at his funeral.

Their friendship shines through in their onscreen chemistry - and in these pictures, don’t you think?

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. 

The time has come, the iheartvincentprice.tumblr.com blogger said, to talk of other things! You guessed it, dear cabbages – it’s time for another delightfully ghoulish Vincent Price movie review!

Our second review of the month concerns the “horror-comedy” The Raven (1963), starring Peter Lorre, Boris Karloff, and, of course, Vincey. According to the always-accurate Wikipedia, The Raven was the fifth in a series of Edgar Allan Poe stories adapted to the big screen by horror king, Roger Corman.

Our story opens with another typical night at Sinister Castle de Vincent Price ® sometime in the 15^th century. As in The Pit and the Pendulum (am I detecting a theme here?), we find Vincey in mourning of his deceased wife, Lenore (Hazel Court), though as his cheeky blonde daughter (Olive Sturgess) gently points out, it has been two years since she died – ya think it might be time to start thinking about boarding the old “moveon.org” train?

But Vincent will hear nothing of it. His wife was an amazing woman – perfect, actually, and no one compares to her (holla Sinead O’Connor). So instead of nursing his broken heart by constructing a half-assed profile on OkCupid like the rest of us, Vincey busies himself with his nightly routine of listlessly dusting his wife’s coffin (which they keep…IN THE HOUSE???), quaffing goblets of hot milk, and repeatedly tripping over the huge telescope in his study (can you say sight gag?).

When suddenly, a crotchety, demanding raven swoops (literally!) into his life! Yes, cabbages, VP gets to play opposite an actual animal in this movie. Many actors consider this to be the ultimate pain-in-the-ass challenge, but being the talented, sexy beast he is, Vincey pulls it off effortlessly. 

The raven claims to be a man named Dr. Bedlo (Peter Lorre), who was transformed into a bird by the evil sorcerer, Dr. Scarabus (Boris Karloff). The kindhearted Vincey uses his own training in sorcery to help Bedlo return to his human form (at least partially).

After working out the kinks (I mean it is sorcery - you can’t expect things to be perfect right out the gate, y'all), Dr. Bedlo’s human body is fully restored. You’d think the movie would pretty much end right here, but nooooo: Lorre is thirsty for revenge on Scarabus! And he knows that Vincey has the skills of sorcery to help him take down the evil wizard!

At first, Vincent doesn’t want to get involved. Keep me out of this, man. Scarabus intimidates him, what with his ability to conduct magic with hand gestures alone! And as he points out: “Magic by gesture of the hands is the most advanced sorcery.” (good to know)

But Bedlo gets Vincent to change his mind after he says he saw Vincent’s wife’s ghost at Scarabus’ castle (I suspect foul play). Desperate to see his beloved wife again, he finally agrees to accompany Bedlo on his ill-advised revenge-a-thon. And after donning a stylish fur-trimmed coat and matching hat, they are on their way!

Accompanying them is Vincent’s daughter and Bedlo’s idiot son, played by some young oaf who seems to choke on his lines an awful lot. I wonder if this guy ever made it in Hollywood, or if he just vanished into the throes of oblivion like so many other ill-fated actors…

…oh holy crap, that’s Jack Nicholson! My bad.

This movie is totally more star-studded than I realized!

They arrive at the castle and meet the eve-ull Dr. Scarabus. And, uh, Vincent? That lovely dead wife of yours you revered so much? She never died. She just pretended to die so she could run away with Scarabus, cuz she’s attracted to power (duh) and Scarabus is the most talented sorcerer in all the land (…or ishe?*devious cackle*).

(By the way, this theme of dead wives turning out to be alive all along seems to be a pretty common thing with these movies, no?)

Of course, finding out your wife ditched you because you weren’t “magical” enough is the kind of thing that would put a damper on anyone’s day, but Vincey takes it in stride. I mean, let’s face it: it’s way easier to get over someone once you’ve realized they’re a shallow douchebag than when you thought they were your perfect dream girl/guy, right?

Towards the end of the movie, Vincent and Scarabus engage in a “duel to the death” (I LOVE these!), during which VP digs deep down and shows his magical stuff in order to defeat the evil homewrecker: he levitates in his chair and even shoots neon green animated sparks out of his fingertips

Super high tech stuff, homies.

It turns out, ol’ Vincent was holding out on us – and himself – all along: He is a great magician – he was just afraid of his own talent. Vincent defeats Scarabus and decides that he’ll never let his unique gift go to waste again.  

Quoth the raven, “NEVAHMOAH!”

The movie as a whole makes for a fun evening of horror-star-studded entertainment, and as fully expected, Vincent does an excellent job of bringing his unique brand of elegance to a comedic role. Seriously, the man was the epitome of elegance, yet he wasn’t afraid to chow down on a piece of screwball comedy pie from time to time.

It’s one of the many things that make him great – and the ultimate dead man crush.