So last Friday I was waxing philosophical on whether horror is something one can “outgrow” as you can get past your teen years. It wasn’t a question I’d ever contemplated, considering I still watch horror movies and read horror comics and write books and comics about monster fighters and succubi, but then again I never expected to encounter a Walmart cashier who equated being a horror fan with something only kids do.
“In Defense of Horror Films” was an essay penned by one of the great masters of the macabre, Vincent Price. It appeared in the fourth issue of Fantastic Monsters of the Films (a better-than-average knockoff of Famous Monsters of Filmland), published by Black Shield Productions in 1962. Fantastic Monsters was the brainchild of special effects artist Paul Blaisdell and horror and sci-fi enthusiast Bob Burns.
Vincent Price, as old-school monster kids know, is the legendary actor who starred in a ton of horror films like the original versions of House on Haunted Hill, House of Wax, and The Fly, along with The Tingler, The Last Man on Earth, and producer Roger Corman’s series of movies loosely based on the works of Edgar Allan Poe: The Raven, The Masque of the Red Death, The Tomb of Ligeia, and The Pit and the Pendulum. Younger Goths might recognize him as Edward Scissorhand’s Inventor in the Tim Burton movie. And if you’ve ever heard Michael Jackson’s zombie-danceoff classic “Thriller”… well, that’s Mr. Price you hear giving voice to such immortal lines as “The foulest stench is in the air / The funk of forty thousand years / And grisly ghouls from every tomb / Are closing in to seal your doom” and laughing like a lunatic at the end.
But being a master of horror isn’t all he was known for during his career—he was also a fine-art collector, a stage actor, and an acclaimed gourmet cook who penned cookbooks with his second wife, Mary (I spent Thanksgiving and Christmas last year making pumpkin pies following their recipe; they tasted awesome)—but yes, horror was his main genre. It makes sense, then, that Price would defend something that had been so good to him.
And so without further ado, ladies and gentlemen I give you…Mr. Vincent Price. (Click to embiggen, as they say.)
