A zine-in-the-making for/by feminist horror fans. Submissions welcome-- fiction, drawings, criticism, whatever. Riot Ghoul forever.
Today I watch The Masque of the Red Death, one of AIP’s Vincent Price/Poe adaptations. I was excited to watch this, y’all. The other Price Pic I saw was definitely the most fun I’ve had on this venture so far. Right off the bat, Vincent Price almost runs a baby over in his carriage. Apparently, he’s a wealthy landowner. Total dick. He orders some people garotted, which is pretty cool. He’s about to make some girl Sophie’s choose between her dad and her boyfriend, when -gasp!- an old crone is found to be suffering from the Red Death (it’s like the Black Death, but redder. You bleed out of your face Outbreak-style). So he instead abducts Francesca, Francesca’s dad, and Francesca’s special friend and orders her village burned to the ground.