House of Usher (1960)
If you adore Vincent Price, then this one is a no-brainer: you have to watch it. Not only does his presence once again lift the material, but this is also one of those gloriously colourful Poe-films that B-film meister Roger Corman produced with all the trappings. Does it faithfully follow Poe's story? Not quite, but there is plenty of atmosphere to be had and a twistingly creepy finale. Classic ghost stories and tales of the demented: there's something that modern day films often fail to capture. I'm guessing it's the opulent sets and costumes and exceedingly British way of acting and line delivery. Philip Winthrop (Damon) is heading to the ancestral home of the Usher family in order to visit his fiancée Madeline, whom he hasn't seen since they spent time together in Boston. It turns out the Usher estate is in shambles, the grounds barren and the house itself dilapidated and decrepit and other words beginning with 'd'. He is met by Roderick (Price), Made...
