Price Stepping Off AIP Reservation
Diary Of A Madman (1963): Is You Is Or Is You Ain't a Horror Movie?
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Diary Of A Madman came on TCM recently. I had never seen more of it than a trailer at our Starlight Drive-In in July 1965. My mother, bless her, had driven me, a sister, several cousins, there to see Brides Of Dracula and The Haunted Palace. It was my summer dream come true, despite our having to leave before the third feature, Curse Of The Werewolf, unspooled. Enough was enough, after all. Here's how pervasive monsters were at the time: the moment we got home, around 11:30, I begged to stay up further for The Black Room, about to start on Channel 3's Horror Theatre, hosted by Dr. Evil. Could you blame parent concern for such overdose? It's as well I didn't return to the Starlight the following week, for what a stiff Diary Of A Madman was/is, Price an only reason to watch, even him not equal to task of keeping me awake through TCM's broadcast. I'd guess VP went into this with high hope, at a time when anything other than further AIP chilling would be an oasis. There had been effort at bending the mold, though we at the time scratched heads over Confessions Of An Opium Eater, the title suggesting opium was lethal, or at the least indigestible, but what was opium? To Price's immature following, a more apt label might have been Confessions Of A Toadstool Eater, or Confessions Of A Rat Poison Eater. Either way, this was an easy one to pass. I've still never looked at it.
Edward Small was reliable supplier to United Artists of copycat cheapies that fed off popular trends. His Jack The Giant Killer aped
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Ha! Yeah, MADMAN is indeed a snooze fest... didn't catch up with it until I was a fifty year old with appropriately lowered expectations. Your comment about trying to negotiate a waiver on bedtime to watch THE BLACK ROOM struck a nostalgia nerve. Our Saturday night chiller theater was a hostless double feature also starting at 11:30. Since I also had Sunday morning responsibilities as an altar boy, some heavy duty deal making went into every late night dip into monster movie heaven. Always was the solemn promise I wouldn't stay up for the second feature. And I never did... well, never much beyond the credits and the first five minutes or so. So I entered adulthood with a bucket list of horror titles 85% still unseen. A lot of catching up to do over the years! THE MAD GHOUL, HOUSE OF HORRORS, FRANKENSTEIN 1970, THE ELECTRONIC MONSTER (wow, a pretty major let down on that last one!)
I saw this on the TCM schedule and TCM On demand/Sling and made a point to avoid it. Like Twice-Told Tales from the same year, it felt like it was trying to grab the AIP Poe audience while being "better." Both have a feel of just going through the motions.
You should check out "Confessions of an Opium Eater" - I rather enjoyed it as an eccentric little VP picture.
That imaginary conversation was pretty funny, but I have a hard time picturing Vincent Price saying "Hey."
I recognized Small's name from a handful of excellent if slightly thrifty looking swashbucklers: COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO (my favorite version), MAN IN THE IRON MASK (James Whale's), THE CORSICAN BROTHERS (Fairbanks Jr. times two), and SON OF MONTE CRISTO (a fun pastiche of several non-Cristo swashbucklers). His Wikipedia entry includes a long filmography and, more intriguingly, a list of films he announced but never made.
JACK THE GIANT KILLER deserves points for sheer moxie, momentarily swinging a couple of limp skeletons on wires at Jack and showing them as fighting on the posters. It was burdened by a slightly off-key screenplay connecting the effects set pieces; Harryhausen and Schneer were always careful about having decent scripts.
Off Topic Alert!
Many times when I see an old advert here, an advert that has the theater's address, I go to Google Earth to see what's there now. However, 99% of the time the theater does not print it's address. The advertisers assumed everyone knew where their local theaters were located.
Tommie Hicks
I do that very often, but you're right, there are times when it's impossible to determine the theatre's location.
Having read THE CONFESSIONS OF AN OPIUM EATER I looked forward to the film. What we get is "Thomas de Quincy lived in London. I, Gilbert de Quincy live in San Francisco." The film is straight down hill from there.
Fun, though.
John, the film is also available on Blu-ray in one of the Vincent Price sets that Shout Factory put out. Looks quite a bit better there than the MGM MOD. I like the film a bit better than you, though it is one of Price's weaker movies to be sure.
Had forgotten all about that Blu-Ray, Jim, and I think that set is around here somewhere, unwatched as with so much that comes out in these prolific times of HD releasing. I'd need three more lifetimes to catch up with all of good stuff so far made available. 'Tis a Golden Era we're living in.
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