... you can learn from:
The Tomb of Ligeia (1964)
Verden Fell: Christopher, not ten minutes ago I... I tried to kill a stray cat with a cabbage, and all but made love to the Lady Rowena. I succeeded in squashing the cabbage and badly frightening the lady. If only I could lay open my own brain as easily as I did that vegetable, what rot would be freed from its grey leaves?
While in my house we annually celebrate the death of Vincent Price via a deliciously grisly feast cooked from the pages of his esteemed cookbooks, his birthday isn't given quite the same recognition -- no feasts, no costumes, no tummy-aches the next day from all the cream every single midcentury dish is absolutely drowned in. Celebrating the anniversary of his death, given his horror bonafides and the fact that it's so close to Halloween, just makes more logistical sense. But let us take a moment today to honor this icon on the 115th anniversary of his birth anyway. I've said this many a time over by now but my personal holy trinity consists of him, Paul Reubens, and John Waters. Viva Vincent!
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