There is no lack of Vincent Price material to review online.
He was a prolific thespian. A wonderful chef. An art connoisseur. A lecturer.
An eclectic well-heeled individual.
His radio performances are perfect for Saturday Afternoon Naps. Better than ambien as they descend into the whispers of vanished consciousness.
Not that they aren't entertaining. Or soporific because boring.
It's just that Price was made for bedtime stories.
And his scary movies were made to take you into the test pattern as the Television Station signed off.
Your Horror Host having long since tucked him or herself into his or her coffin until the next Saturday Night.
