THEATRE OF BLOOD is a superlative showcase for the considerable talents of my man Vincent Price, an actor whose work has delighted and enthralled me since I was a child, and a man who it is my eternal regret that I never had the opportunity to meet and personally express my high regard for what he brought to the screen. Equally at home in sinister or comedic roles, Price was given a rare opportunity to cut loose with THEATER OF BLOOD, a jet black comedy that one could be forgiven for failing to notice its played-straight sense of levity. The role of Lionheart allows Price a macabre "gravest hits" repertoire of some of Shakespeare's most gruesome and cruel highlights with which to show off his considerable range, while also conveying the protagonist's deep sense of hurt and non-appreciation from those who were too caught up in their own arrogant self-perceptions to see genius when it was so clearly presented.
Lionheart (Vincent Price) affects the role of "Butch," a tres camp hairdresser with lethal intent.
An across-the-board triumph, THEATRE OF BLOOD is not to be missed, especially by those who revel in Price's signature style of scenery-chewing. If you come away from this year's 31 DAYS OF HORROR overview with only one or two rock-solid suggestions for films you absolutely must sit through, I strongly urge you to place THEATRE OF BLOOD at the top of the must-see list. HIGHEST RECOMMENDATION.