Doesn't anyone else miss these old horror movies where people really knew how to scream. It was loud and dramatic and usually followed by a lot of whimpering. This film was one of the great B-horror movies because it has all the basic elements including the screamer woman. I can't remember where I picked up this love for Vincent Price movies, but I do remember renting this one for the first time (imagine the surprise on the video store clerk's face when this sweet little 9 year old girl brought an obscure horror movie to his counter). It's always been one of my favorites of Price's. Just the first walk through the museum's chamber of horrors is a great scene. There's a group of women who are growing weaker with every famous horrific scene on display until one of them finally faints and Vincent Price just causally reaches into his coat. He holds out a little bottle to the women and offers, "Smelling salts?" in a manner that suggests that it was not the first time someone had fainted in his museum. How is that not classic?
Review of House of Wax
